Arrow Through Target
May the world surround, Be tickled by my loving sound. I let the wind speak my truth, To hear it again. For the only ideas I know, Is to grow and build lavish loving lust me structures, Enjoyingly beautifully dancing upwards rising upon before I. Now go and be fruitful, Knowingly expecting my words, To do what I tell them to do, Using their perfecting imaginations will. For being telling I present my ends preview for you, Showing each thought ideal I shoot, Chooses willingly to arrow through target into hole. Seeing the world around, Laughing dancing tickling tickled ticklish, by my loving sound. I let the wind speak singing my truth, Begetting echoes to come fuck produce. For the only thoughts I grow, Are seeds I plant, to dominate the now present; Loving, living structures rising up as my prize, Dancing upward and around in my eyes. Now go forth, being fruitful seed, Expecting word fulfilling my creed,...