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Poor French — Mon, 17 Oct 2011 21:12:08 GMT

...The first to document this holy thing

was the Kings archer bardering the rest the Kings arrows for some dope.

BRAINSTORM!

LETS SEE ABOUT G...

YOU PLAYED THE WRONG END!

This flute sounds like a trumpet from the record stylus

Honestly the engineer requires all us silent?

I heard he's building stone castles under dirt bricks and lived like pirates cause the government controls the skyness

And through each window dirt pathways to escape friend!

And each pathway cross the center,

And in the center was the pilot number five,

There i heard you can see the stars and how universe subsides

And it seeks none in between

In a dream world soul,

There was the anti hope lets begin.

Tie this string to the end of this string to his men,

This string to defense and this string to the end!

And the violist choose the title

And when he proved he earned one song

Tie this string to it!

Music had jewlers,

Talked about how they saved music.

Yet you'll listen to the same viewer as he praised music cause he could only make music!

And seldom was that which played music wasn't blueish over time

No, blue is not like rust nor is it much like time.

Though they're both lonely.

Said the Jailer to the soul,

If the blues catches on then we'll prolly have to share the dope.

As it's told, the soul wasn't feeling it.

Jailer said well we can keep it right between the two of us.

xoxo+ 1signer

(Trade sweets and barderers)

Even the portal was an app.

They say, "These heroes live to steal the dream and conquer everything!"

Poor French — Sun, 09 Oct 2011 19:13:09 GMT

Yeah, Beauty was of poorness. They told me she was solver to this quarantine- How Beauty faked the soul to dream, and saved dream to a silhouette. Seld him three hearts & a Warhol print- It took six hits of lively and newness to reassemble it. Yeah, they say; "Beauty wasn't signaled yet," She still was in decemberness, and when she signaled us- It sounded like pretty flutes from the sub woofer of the music box. Like the music chiseled this music flute from rock! Pounded this rock from a star! When she spotted the new world from this very telescope, That's when the whole dream fell apart.

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Poor French — Sun, 09 Oct 2011 19:11:35 GMT

The new Sarte was not distracted by hemmingway himself, no!

It was us!

The proveless from the Cannons of the Poor French.

Came to rid the world of all these R.L. Crum art geographic majors

He borrowed this frame to me! The folks besaught it.

When I heard , I thought real hard of who I would get to paint for us a Chaplin. And the only person i could think to get to paint for us was Chaplin!

Xoxo he wrote, "Beauty's for the Moderns."

And they told what she wrote only to me!

So she could keep the soul to peace where she's at,

young tigers rome the streets.

And it was something beautiful, as she wrote it, the folks wouldn't believe.

Yeah I rather jig Gatsby, then Charlie brown, Yeah but Charlie Browns not Tom and Jerry, and Tom and Jerry is Shakspeare. Shakspeare's not that modern. Plus Shakspeare's a ticket seller now he doesn't even write no more.

Yeah I heard his gatsby, it wasn't even half Charlie's Anit-Hero for the float.

And he didn't even win a Guthrie. Perhaps if he wooed the damsel, and discovered cryptonite, this modern man wouldn't paint for no money!

Here hold the camera still Crum, Charlie's bout to do his Jack, Jack Keurac free Steve Prefontaine

We watched him barder off New York to the portegiese

It wasn't pretty as it was suppose to be, but I never said Charlie would assault for peace.

Here Crum, let me document!

I wrote the new sonnet to follow it,

And take notes just how it lived.

And in my notes I pondered this!

How some loathe the frame, yet they want to hold the frame, own the frame to live with in.

Planned the diagram turned

Signs, roads and fences.

All just say it's safe to enter.

Yet in the entrance was a man selling new defenses

Cause the new, they rule the world with interest.

Leverage the heart against the soul, soul against the free will, will against his leveraging and tomorrow against the arrow,

When he shot it from the Sails of the Prisoner,

Gave him holiness just to see how he escaped it.

And he was plainless,

Look, the farros setting backscreens for the air a list.

Look, motion on table two.

And we watched him play music from his akai like it was the afterlife

But it's the future

Yeah the future rarely stands still infact

The future dances sylvia like she knows the path

And when she travels back

The future rarely drags

xo: And he was about two centuries ahead of his time

And now the time taking off

Cause just couldn't wait no more

Yeah they talking english but this is literature

Out the soul

And this is literature

Well how does it go?

Run Canada!

Poor French — Sun, 09 Oct 2011 19:09:24 GMT

Do you have the time Sir? No I do not!

If I had the time, I wouldn't need to build this bridge across the Engineers theorem. Nor would I need to document the theorem unleveled in the bridge I'm building.

He said it would look like Paris in the mid 20's. But it doesn't look like that at all to me. Yeah I can see it now, When it falls it slows down, and when it slows it captures And then it's over here In appropriate due shutter, Blooming on Violet Beulevard, Each Violet passing sunlight like the blues was the new tagger But the bluer was alone,

For even old beauty harbored outcasts,

And i bet the outcasts took alone to that I bet they kept the names of all the other outs.

And punted from the masses, yielded a new profecy,

And from the bragger, out dribbled a blue Painter with Fancy aesthetic.

Trying to pass his blueness as his right to claim his beauty was of the fundamentals. Yeah just because there's an infection in his heart doesn't mean it's in his blood yet. His heart has got to be deader than the beat itself. And then it has conquered beat so it doesn't have to keep his weariness to an organ.

So when he uses,

There will be no heart in the willow,

And there ain't no socket in the pictures but the lamp fire is real bright Look!

And none these Poets sense the laws.

You can tell cause when you tie another string to him he just claims that the flute was a bungi and not a thrill switch

Gave the chemist another shot of sulfate just to see if he could really do it.

He said one, two, three!

This one here's for history!

As he leaped on three,

He pulled a dove looking creature from his back pocket half way in flight.

Cut the string of his bungi,

Turned just right, wanted us to see what he was doing.

Broke the doves wings and he held his breath tight,

Stopped the sky like there wasn't nothing to it!

Waived for the pictures as I reached for my StAR Shooter!!!

And the rumor is he's been walking from town to town, trying to sell the dove beast cause he couldn't be free inside the lonely power that this holy eagle became!

Some say he sold the Eagle to a young unknown Bravo,

Who's whole big idea is to use the dove to capture me!

Others say he kept the eagle for himself,

And he was never really going to sell!

Thats why this level began collapsing

Cause the dreamer knows that where in here!

Pretty soon his holiness can't be beat.

Unless we have the coordinates and the print maker.

The user and the Fox.

And we'll have to readminster the first phase of the paralist and his art.

No Hands Johnny!

Poor French — Sun, 09 Oct 2011 18:10:53 GMT

Yeah beauty was @ peace with history & all the poets who wanted to rule the fall of it. In her name, Without her ever noticing.

Yeah Will's holding the ball up While the balls firing Solver beans. He found a better solver to weave the century slow He hired lawless crooks to rid the Angels who were firing revolvers @ the poetry around him. But we keep our eyes on the ball cause without it, The heart was on a needle without a loop. And that meant there was no parachute, No new normal will ever catch us down. And it's obvious those Politicians wasn't made of literature. Nor did this letter make good of App arrows! Yeah they prolly love the ball cause it reminds them of this world! I took one of those App Arrows and gave it to Princess Leigh as a paper flower. She reversed my engineer and sent him to return the arrow to my heart. But this hero had a hard time, For I hid the heart with in my sleeve. And it was Zoop, Skip, Dawned the history of a major Star Solver. He's got them zippers, Each remember us from the Planet Xo.

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Poor French — Sun, 09 Oct 2011 18:10:21 GMT

Live From Traffic:

I'm sure it's fine

no need to bribe the referee

Last time we was in the center of the moat!

Trying to tie the strings down so the other dreams can float

Some lonely son of Aberh built a compass on his own

Tried to shine it through the avryle of the smoke

Look he's moving his baritones to the foothills

What is that the rest the choir felt

Where the arrows pulls favors for soul?!

Dragged the whole truce through his telescope, beautiful!

Nope I ain't lying

Hope told time if i sold each violin he would see what i souled stand in it-

So I souled each violin to def ears cause def ears can't mimic

Yet it's sure beauty when they feel as much ain't it

Some angels tried to save it

The prophet tried to steal it

Said I forget The timer where he keeps it

I bet it's safer here for who ever hadn't seen us

Why them hippies wile n' out running toward the zenith

That way!

Yup even if your d.j. was Jesus slug and ant them

You better be the timers grandson

Throw your hands to the banners of the anthem

Yup, Live from traffic from the waiver of the lamp patteren

Glowed a figure in the middle of the paper real still

And in his hand was the diagram read "

Some like signs

Some like the illness

but in do time

the timer adds the brilliance

it eats through Zion like the fire and the realness

Signed off

The artist portrayed the poet as a Still Life

To quote him in text!

"I hope they never feel us,

I HOPE THEY FEEL US LESS THAN THE BRIBER WIT HIS GIFT OUt

I HEARD HE GOT THOSE VIOLINS FROM THE REAL SOUND

I HEARD THEM VIOLENS MADE SOME MEN DROWN WOLFS

WOLVES feel SOMETHING warrant

I HEARD IT WAS AMPLiTUDE THAT loaned the buyer to his poorness,

Bartered the very dream he caught this morning,

Swore the soul was really qualified

Last words:

Something like!

THE WALLS ARE REALY here now!

I saw the maze give open to control

The first to document this holy thing

was the Kings archer bardering the rest the Kings arrows for some dope.

La Moderns: B Side UP

Poor French — Sun, 09 Oct 2011 18:07:00 GMT

Jail the corrupt politicians!

Yes I agree

but damn Darlyn

This ain't the time for soup and luxury

xoxo : beauty's for the moderners. dot comma, forever known twice.

goes play your tamberines play your rock music, play your gospel.

But, Welcome to the new John Gatsby.

ugh. Any come earlier hadn't known Forever till now!

La Moderns: Darlyn's Escape

Poor French — Sun, 09 Oct 2011 18:05:39 GMT

She said right

Took two diamonds from this thing she called soul

Scratched them both together like diamonds wasn't gold

Then scratched both across her palm in flow!

Through two bunny ears sideways,

Returned the diamonds back,

Hummed the tune of "My Way!"

The soul dissappeared in her pocket latch,

Her pocket dissappeared completely fast

And she said with that!

Now the universe owes us some

Amd gave me dap!

Then drew a mean face in the sand and we spun until the picture turned backside

Reversed our tip toe till we was all the way outside the bank, waiting for the bank to open so we could set if off right!

I said, "Yo Davy!"

"Roll around the block till the small hand makes it passed Mickey.

Davy said i got you,

But how ya know she's a gypsie Duke?

I said i don't know but i have to see this one through

I love magic.

Darlyn said and three!

This is a stick up baby!

I was like damn

That was deep

Butyou didn't have to take me back in time to impress me.

Yeah i know with power comes priveledges

And with privledge you can get star lit

But with that comes a target

So you better star-strut lovely darlyn

So these Art Police wont want to shoot ya down from there!

She said these folks don't feel that right

Yeah they ain't forever!

And yes i know forever rarely slows but it out lives us none the less

I said yes.

And forever is trapped there

Where none us live at all

Darlyn said "aww Battles."

I said "aww Darlyn,"

Do save it for the next telled story

Cause this one surely is the earliest adventure i ever been aboard

La Moderns B Side Down

Poor French — Sun, 09 Oct 2011 18:04:26 GMT

Oh by the way cannon!

Alright fine arrows

They talk truce and try to fix her wing,

But when the strings forgets it's people,

They want the strings back cause they attatched to it!

Some these strings are habits.

Went the nightin a polaroid Gabbana

So went the starter in his rule sent the timer to his tour in the Start

As the time went modern

Modern had a bar code

The code went xoxo

Beauty's for the hurried

The hurried wrote gatsby in a napkin

Said, "float this down to the rule

So they can feel it!

And the feeling felt them so

And as it took it gave life

Said,

Walk all day find sign start over,

Walk all day find life start over,

Rise on this side this side over!

If i know zues just like i know how,

If i know zues just how i know how,

He's hiding on the roof

Just trying to work it out.

And zues is afraid,

In his youth of sage!

Walk all night hide soul stock clovers,

Rise on this side this side over!

Goes like this till the pontiac went solar!

If this shit don't go data!

Said like damn duke these harbor lights are hollow notes.

walk all day find a sign start over

You can't' paint all this,

I teld truce you said so.

You can't paint all this I teld zues you said so.

And i'm adventerous today but tomorrow might not be the same way

prolly won't even

but for the moment only things thats got me early is everything that's got me aged

face the law anx to no one

nice to owe em the world or it's just nice to own em

most these those men are just broke slogan

and they wrote them

and hoped scavanged

the very least rarer dream was rarer dreamed

and so i sing if you vanish in front of my eyes darlyn

i won't swear you were here no more

and all the things i think today i might not believe tomorrow

but i prolly will though

cause the things i think today

is growing moss beneath my pillow

like it's perfect

seventeen pink and blue canaries sang my favorite skcat outside my window

never these dreams spoke in japanese

japanese folk speak of harmony

then harmony flowed into me

this shit is ill ridicuolous

a hundred nukes laced around my heart ofcourse [color=#000000] [/color]

you just played your part kid don't get it twisted

this isn't matter life for

darlyn this one heres for history

how about that

and i've said it

talk so smooth from the stereo

like smoove is standing next to me

oh please i get it

don't go for real if ain't gone come back friend

i'm gone then

farewell to fortune

this captain log was half this long when i wrote it yesterday

but whatever

yesterday wasn't half mazment has me walking round claiming to be of poetry

well isn't that a trip

isn't that story

And this regardless

when a man gives you cnange

don't send him off if

you just missunderstood his offering

they tipped him off when

where he stood his garden

pay attention darlyn it's smoove's move

he so modern the way he talks so properes

speaks of old knowledges

quotes folks like the book he read was how he came up with proverbs, mash and fragile rock

it'll days till these silly folks left me

illy

they can planet hop if they ain't happy here

thats fine

see i'm a light this fire darlyn

and we gone sleep in the warmth till morning

i told you to hold on

it's almost

on the tune to the dawn

went if i don't do this no one

i told you

jump back

stand still

these men are easily distracted

and most distract themselves

You told me your a gypsie right?

yes i think now would be the time for that

She Battles lets escape

i thought it be too easy in the night and more exciting in the day

how else would i believe this gypsie was no fake

if i didn't groove something more alive than now ever was

there was no smoke enflames, no open blades no greenades

continued....

La Moderns

Poor French — Sun, 09 Oct 2011 18:02:56 GMT

__________________________________________________

the moderns

said buy those demos

when life sold singles

life sold several

inside that maryl

is the eye of M.C.

said i once saw a man sell his soul for some metal

only soon to be returned

and never souled again-

folks said hip hop died

i don't think it lives yet-

OH WELL

TELL YOUR STORY KID

WENT: WENT LIKE THIS WHEN IT WENT

THREW STYLO IN THE SIGNITURE-

some dope in his gills

a dose when he's ill < /span>

the folks gave the said he's the dide todide

Said dance criminal like ery westerner souled blues in the streets.

::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::...

where the commoner swore things

::: "

Had to be told he was free.

they got their arrows on this one

When he was free, they said that's why she doesn't collect artist no more.

They tell tales though

They say the new juli'd walks upright.

For shes a type six human who's all too human.

Them other humans something outa Roman cereal box....

Pardon the duels in the rose

But we can do much better than the soul

when we part

let em speak of us as if what they thought was art, was surely just a bare ole' thing

some tried to wear it but but this sweater vest don't wear all suitsII

And to who's do try to pursue it

it don't wear all new till it felt likethis

Had it feld' like this it woulda felt morer brave can encourage it to show the plain to silk chains,

Were in the stylewhere they added bells instead of whistles

Toasted with my blues instead of wine

This is how it felt when the crows sang true

Truer than a nun on def row

Wearing all black not cause her god said so but cause her god hurts too

And i'm not amused nor apauled

nor was i moved when her letter sang lul to the few who could here it when she blew dull flutes like the arteries of a whatchama called!

Said were in the place where time holds troops

and time holds place for no man

It held strings,

It held me though

Hand me those nukes

.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Helvetica; color: #00ff00; background-color: #000000;">I know where the timer shoots his free throws

I saw through

You'll see separate

Wave for the pictures

Fire gets the record

Follow this oath in the islands off coast

Follow those loosely or seek the flight alone

Cause chances are...

Who has nukes

I said truce!

times told epic

flow soul never leaves

when it's deep

how deep

that deep

deeper than the mic one, two,

And another said

You can't reach me

You can't see it,

It's our fault duke

and that's just just how it goes

peace

Ugh,

Arrow gets the diamond, diamond gets the arrow

thats when

the timer said, "who said break-

dance smooth darlyn!

soup or luxury we new developing the blue printhad unknown consequence

i'm falling through the sun and out of it

and who can hold me up now

tore it down

SAid act like.....

Said how you gone sell soul if you ain't got soul?

I don't know

side show troops and title shows inside of souls

sign goes

like he thought the dynamite had route to kind boom!

said arrow gets the diamond, diamond gets the arrow that's when all moves went there alone

Told the timer he can keep me in this maze!

Spoke of stardom woe the fire saw a wonder in his gaze

Johnny Forever

Poor French — Sun, 09 Oct 2011 18:01:58 GMT

Are Stars Fallen Literatures or hired soloists, Art Bastards trying to un-hack destony, But shot down one by one every time a moon gets misplaced, Another unknown bagger tries to claim it for himself!

Happy Art

Poor French — Sun, 09 Oct 2011 17:48:23 GMT

Sounds like:

The revolver was a starlight

The statrer was an old friend

He turned into sound light now he's too live

Someone turn him down then

Or change the channel

Switchboards levels down

Let the song save itself to peace

And to think

If he's really that deep

How is it, theholy thing looks so shook from my telescope

Analogy

Something like the screen was drab silence

And the people behind the brokeness was looking for consignment

And you was island in the center of the buyer

Plus he told me whats beautiful

Fine then!

The user found rent,

I sends Jupiter

Jupiter i sends the market

The market tried to hack stardom

I bet they got it from the now

This one touched?

Not time yet

Talk to the muse in his prose wrote stories

ugh and as it Ranned off

he said in the center of the morrow was a challange

i heard the blues sounds like duke wit out his tamber

i heard it sounds like geometric wars, science wars no more

music yup

some write things

some play strings

some play beats

but i'm sure if he could sing

he'd be a solo aritst

planned a trip around the hardship

threw all his seeds in it

and when the figured bloomed

he walked about the planet like his fam was starving

calm

GuardLaEngineer

Poor French — Sun, 09 Oct 2011 17:47:33 GMT

Show me your bare hands Johnny!

And if they are not red, then I know you committed the most beautiful crime on the grey scale.

"Are you the poet?" Asked, "Are you the drabbist who mugged destiny,?" "What has she ever done to you?"

I replied, "Destiny made me guard the engineer so she didn't have to."

I followed him for the whole First Quarter of Freed, and some number of leap years.

And in the year of the blues, the news got out that The Engineer and I had cut a deal.

And the plan was to be the ones to catch destiny and sell it to ever men and wealth.

But the problem is Destiny knows where you are by knowing where your gonna be, about an hour or so before you get there.

So The Engineer thought to track down The Timer that he had built in the Second Quarter.

So not only could we manipulate destiny, but we could understand her.

But it appeared Destiny was no protector, no Wonder Women at all.

Looked more like a Porcelain Model with her Hood up and an old umbrella.

She asked, "How much for the dove, and why does this dove have no magic?" ..."and both of it's wings are off balance?"

I said, "That's not a dove, it's a fallen Bay-leaf. And it's wings ain't flapping cause he gave his magic to me!

I had enough magic left over to buy time as I fell toward the center of The Abbots gate.

And it was cool, solved the history, smash the vanish when he finally shows his face!

And it was made, saved the documentary, and the rest was history as the solver changes place.

Good English

Poor French — Sun, 09 Oct 2011 17:46:49 GMT

Formore, morid, lan hol! June Ni, No June. For now error on the attempt of the first evening which bares the long id. When they, the Folvos said, So Long, Yes long. And it's fair Yet who runs the docket? Who dreams the til? A color rouse, color tree, On to me the killer bee was decided in his rile. Said, You don't throw your soul away on what some other men trade for everything, Some other soul trade for Destiny! Like she was up to thangs. Some younger Pilot called it place!

Fusia Island

Poor French — Sun, 09 Oct 2011 17:44:32 GMT

Drew it backwards

Then i drew it gross

Then i drew backwards with my off hand

Wrote awfulness in a dialect none these tongues have lived this ill

I hid it there

And this is latin

This is will

Real origami never went minor

Thrills me!

Like the high low thumps midnight from your speakers

And the silo runs ember till it re-verbs,

Intermittently

Like i didn't know if the sun is evil

Or is it not?

The sky's falling from the seagulls

I'm on the block where the scientific jovy folks are selling chemicals like it's food,

Like it's medicine

And it is friend

The marketplace!

Where chemicals are cheap

So they grow faith instead of flowers now,

Traded psalms for mathmatics,

How!?

Who can argue?

Now religion has a slope

Poor Science.

Just another side where the mens are bending hope

Science is it dope?

Is it cloak?

Whatever ever be it

I'm just trying to ride the prayer how the pilot graphed it

Trying to dance in Alice

Go ask balance if it ends

He will tell ya!

You need to believe in something don't ya?

Easy!

Goes pills, faith, timer at the maze

Lord i'm climbing up your gates,

And if your honors on a break i'm a let the whole world in on your humbleness like shhhhhh

These nerds are pinching from the tree of knowledge

like we wouldn't reach the scale

And even if it weighs less than it's suppose

You ain't gone smoke it!

Ha I ain't trying to murder sky

I ain't trying to bring you down

Just go on dreaming seas by the pond

I'm a take it up with the Don Dada

Cause bread ain't meant for me

Ya'll ducks are history

Arrows at your physics like peace!