Her

the devil is calling a cigarette you call it as the airplane flying the sky to sit ten is late waiting surprise soon to be twenty or more bullshit flying the sky to reach the tarmac of evil with a glass of lemon juice in the morning shame on you my dear you are acid fancy plates from past century I drink your wines with crystal glass and make a madeira of your life as I pet a cat my dog in need of a pee no crave here to call your name shame on you with your botox to look sublime as I live a life of desire and glee as I in a box chose not to fly your plane but eyes opened for the reveal I count on you to make it right my dear devil.

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Catherine Labeau

Date: 11/15/2015 2:53:00 PM

told you so

A. Juman

Date: 10/28/2015 3:54:00 AM

Very interesting--but I dont get the name

Catherine Labeau
Date: 10/28/2015 4:29:00 AM

a fun night call it as ali baba not about to tell a name of face the book she was born on a farm and her best friend is black and live in the white house of dellution the bat flying and tell it as it is from now on and do not care if she is read all for the fun as you let her down once again all bones and all she forget to eat but the shit coming from her ass is amazing

Richard Lamoureux

Date: 10/15/2015 8:45:00 AM

I'm not sure which I like better, the poem or your comment to Ian. You do have your own way with words.

Catherine Labeau
Date: 10/15/2015 9:07:00 AM

so much fun to let your mind ramble

Eric Boddie

Date: 10/14/2015 11:10:00 AM

false or phony is what some will call them....they push our buttons, sometimes its grim....and we try to drink and smoke them away....but what I found is that it is Best To Pray....;)

Catherine Labeau
Date: 3/3/2016 8:22:00 AM

was raised by the carmelite at an early age and my brothers by the jesuit so I never pray but have great eyes for beauty in any form