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 Hurting bones down there in the SoWhat and asking just the same Interrogative of any body I get up; nevertheless without rest the Prose Pain the PoetKiller <who never liked me liking my gurl> in the Air just as the clocknonevent relents not at all. So here, all along and by O YES Self Spite the Night Nihility and I are in this Trench fighting it out, the brawl for Mammary Muse that's. . . No Genesis is Word; my limp lyric spurred unheard the Absurdity that some How a Bible, as all I need indeed copy meets my angry body the Any yes who will not bless a Jesus who'd not tryst with Magdalene Heaven's Queen. Rage. I wage a What and Sex that make manifestos menstrual wax.

 The Other Night when Rilke was gay luver buoy I felt one of his Angels, a really dead angel give me a feel down in the Place; I thought then of my days and ways when BeautifulBlack pushpull WHOOSH a head MEANT. Now, just before I bed on the floor mat ters like wind's ideas FOR GIVE a little just piddlin around y'know before stubborn dreams of this time's this night's  pick up THOUGH INVITED does not cum how cum, Dwarf, dost thou morph?

 The fit, that's It, to feel the full of DCup near running over; I, gurl, unfurl and Girlfriends allaround abound. Love your dress, love those earrings, love the way you love to say I love you and then climax cot-wise; few of my ilk milk; I do I do and death do me part if aught I depart from womanly art.

 MY MOTHER AND MY MOTHERS as all the angels live where some where I live too, sometimes in heels, and plain flat shoes these METAPHORS and addressing me as in maxidress I ALWAYS dress. ALL I say in wholly HolyGhost gurl me max the most; O Periods like this recycle my morphing body vehicle bloodless and of mackerel the Smell tell me tremulously Thee I see ALL of ye I become, how cum I cannot tell Ye of the Liberty this Love does mean i.e. Being my titted Oval my shriveled genital-disappearing relieving. For these pat premised proofs I sit on It and imperfect p Unworthy To The Wholly Holiness of Thee ALL of Ye i-do i-do  thank you

twinkle twinkle Citylights. night like this when on operating tables the disabled unstable get them Cuts, when otherwise Nuts (of whom I'm) busy they-self with crimes O Danger O Stranger! 911 never cums like the masturbating Schiz who slits-- he gots a knife-- never'd a wife-- and offa rocker and Thorazine (R) weaned. Me? I cot to sleep thinking of jail where male hale criminals surround abound talking puzzy in poopholes, and other unwhole thoughts of Holes have I in Jesus' Bapto-Kathlick eyIs; die I guess I will in a funny no money Hell, to smell of corpse of course. Also, I got divorced in 1986 guess she wanted other kinda dix OR be in one of the girls' gynarchy free of me wee wee wee. So tonight I do without with  smell of phish from sea, see betwixt the hams of me.

 SHE makes me pull down m'pants; romance given hypodermically in p p delightfully ends the yen man to be; some Harems like the one in Heaven, have a poo pot and some times castrati proud as me carry. Once I married, and she freed me by several smacks and all be-hind beating-kinds, lacks of husbandry. But from needles, and from knives I learned that wives teach eunuchs and ninny-nuts servile happily haply to be. Now endowed and feminine, I end the boastful yen of men to stand; urinals where I stand sissy dress pulled up, the jerks then see some Thing  laughable cut-halfable, but free. . . so the servitude when nude and otherwise sized wee wee wee.

 Of all the noises, there is the braw-caw of gys with winning wieners to they say; just a little, a dot and tittle my meat will do, I guess, when I rest to the DownThereDecoy, O LeftOver boy! AND yes there gets TheJob done. Like what a girl has this gurl has superlativer somewhat; we both squat, we both squirt betimes white contrite genetics at moments frantic when fraud of phun procreates mistake spilling thrilling smelling phishing. Gys git!out! unless gyne-going!

 In Side, In Camera, walls there the me-uterus are and I still not growing vagina and still shaving Evidence of Fallen and Falling man uncastrate, intestate, meaning CovidCuntHunt breaks into the skin-- always thin-- like a needle- shot dis ease. Who is this guy in the Mirror? Is this they gy Tom Merton wrote no joke before he MetMarge, Masturbated, MurderedSelf OR is this naked Oval to discover there a Charge of Impersonating? You know: upside down the image behind the lens; this gravity that stands me a head, woman-led and bled unmenstrually cruelly dots period from p p, pretense puzzy de spite me wite of morphed mostrosity -- sign of God, see-- She letting me carry Her pot of toiletry to the barren harem's nursery upside down. No frowns

 QUEERtesters at prayer, some of Wholly Crutch, Others fukers of muthers; for this reason, I am Onan love myself not them Elves who see I Got Cumin 2Me AND AM ONE. . . Men are to be trusted as adjusted to blow TIME love them neighbors as selves delving into me-- do I really sit to p?-- and other thoughtful poetic questions of which Nazi's approve as lax when  bowels don't move. LOOK this one, peeper in my front winder gives me the finger and smacks his lips me I don't give no lip he got a gun and's lookin for phun. The door is locked, tho'

I grow; my chest shows me slowly upwardly and mammary toward O My Love! O Goddess help me be for that fecund femininity (Never a possibility! Never perfectly!) to serve with verve, as saved slave-neuter'd the Better. Did not I peregrinating gait to make from untamed men did to so wend: forgiving not Jesus who me does not please for such absolution of Maggy's sins when she loved freely now'n again unworthy and hoary Danglers AND then pregnantly must amend and end HIS giz'-made accidence-- HIS pleasure-- HER never never so to sever rapine rogue's mischance, Romance zero from which SHE goes, relents. I know: I need abort every cavort that butts; the Balls then surrender happy end, tender to the Better Bosoms' bondage to Woman Kind!

 Outside, the ones gun-guys are HeeHee hunting sissies, i.e. me; Inside, I hold beholding my tits-- nothing else like it-- roll roll my soul-- and some times I feel drop a drop or so, milk y'know, unmanly as the mammaries on me or sitting to p-- the emergent embody of me, like unto a poetry of slave set free from masculinity. Out there, men stare and aim, in here lives Queer as best I am.

You, My She so INWARDLY friendily, in me partly, carry the slice mostly nice fill, fulfill, so in this while NO SECOND GUESS SO ME BLESS, comes smilingly, recognitionfully, that quite DerisionSLIGHTLY to mete repeat Meeting Men again; OK you hint of the better get together SERVES ME RIGHT, toward De Light finding HimSomeTime and Love Sublime may follow, fellow to fellow, MELLOW in the JoyGivenToBoysMyAge per haps, to wrap arms around Adam in MyEve in Him surrendering my body a-tendering whose price paid lies guy to guy where release so sweet meets a me gladsome gloriously gaily.

 The world enters, the peephole penetration of impossible passable partuitions birth my worth. Ghosts, my children, all the harvest of TheMan'sMind'sEye <GIT 'M OUTAHERE, TH'QUEER!> knows a goodlookin bitch when sees me, androgynously, in MirrorNoError; I LOVE but need no piercing where they call the Quem I am Some Body and oddly in oddity outcomes the out cum on these HAIRY premises gizms IN BETWEEN where cums in again a kinda pregnancy. . . The he of me blissfully beautifully as sissy finds serenity. In and out the little wholes I grow gurlsoul, BabyNotMaybe.

 Without, beyond the orifices of this embodiment, the guntoting men go stalking women of kind I am; there is an as-long-as and an absence of 911, an in-here where I Queer may the less appear the EyeOfBullsEye. I shall not wait for Angels,  all busy, tushy, and OBoy a New Government meant to without criminal intent strangle this joy where I address in dress my male the less, and what-is-more from the core where's milk seek bosom-company my sole and solitare ilk.

 I estrange: the gurl goes outa me, I change from terrain sans milk, Honey: funnything shrivels, gism yet dribbles tho' for the thought that She likes me in my flowered dress and best, She matters not for me to p in HerRoom 'midst cruds and bloods; we OfThePad make glad celebration that I, no longer guy, share of such lactation commensurate with Our Station.

 Sex, moving all parts toward The Good so Gurl in me, becoming free, sits to p forever sissily sisterly and bosomblessed the Rest, redressed at MilkingTime flows from Chests to toe, and I aglow de light in GenderGynarchic I chose. For every worm and snail goes Glory when from Estrogen a corrected Story!!!!

 PRAYER TO PREGNANT DIVINITY 4 MOMMIE'S MATRIARCHY 11.9.22 GodWhoMenstruates, and I never-so, WomanButEschrow, thanks! for the thanks I get love your dress your dress so so pretty, AND Who sometimes meteorites a WorkingManMakingA-Buck just a little down on luck with widdle mouths to feed and One who lets his WifeForLife get pregnant by OtherGuy  reasonless for why, and ThemChildSupportsCourtOrdered he of widdle pee wee stricken meterorically LOVES including the jailtime served for OtherGuysO.O.O.SeventhTry sans rubber. Mother of Mothers, this bliss just to pass in m'dress I confess will help me NextTime FelonyCrime when Mommie's paycheck what the heck, as IS my paycheck beckonING Time TimeAndTimeAgain for that LovingWomen theophanic SIN <this ain't the end, tho' they's lots mo'> <and none bewombed's who' > In Goddess we dress and redress in the OtherBedroom when Mommie has HerDate HotDate She don't wannabe late 4'm!!!!>