such
as unresolved so it lingers the curse of the mulatto. no foundation a broken
root or rarely accepted. such unenvied bedlam such raw disposition while
labelled, rescheduled, or facing havoc—the chaos chain those inkblots such as
farming predispositions; so much an animal too much perception, not enough
evidence. it must be that way, for cases over-there, while a man is assessed prior
to his greeting. so agitated by supposition so accursed for responding where
most put in for total destruction. if two shall love two shall die while no one
is permitted to opt out. (“I’d prefer you die as opposed to seek your health,
for it couldn’t be so horrible!”)
the
gavel upon gravel the fuss left an impression: sure deserved ostracism, certainty
to death, as its sentence was lethal.
the
soul of a mulatto the rings in its oak or fair by deserved scandals; for mother
is correct, for it was difficult, but mother found one; so ready to enter, so
encased in a scream, so distressed come sunrise!
a
man will lose to gather wits so uncured addressing his recovered memories.
those
trees watched where the daughter grew while a mother was in survival mode. the
old blanket the filthy flipflops or toys dating their time.
(“he
couldn’t be trying, our cursed genetics, such shame in observation. such
ill-repute, such a black sheep, while I endorse forgiveness &
egalitarianism.”)
it
gets uncomfortable it sits sort of highly or it vitiates its claims.
what
should one give, where, of course, he is totally, & solely, the only incriminated
vessel? a bit to sarcasm while it’s sweet to play violin where emotions are
wrapped, plus, unhealthy.
so
unframed so untidy while it’s written the soul is distorted. but a daughter
faults parents, with little to deduce from, while it must be difficult discernment.
