Destination Expectation

Held none? None held.

Fun felt like buttons melt.

Plastic melds into the bottom shelf…

Yourself.

You let. My love up, I run up.

And we do time like the kind that combines.

The one prime line that I ought to auction, often causes, constant aural, functions on em. Load up the spring.

This is everything.

Summer comes up, summa us want a new cup.

That’s a shove, then a push. Who ever. What ever. Who ever! What ever! Put the words together. To gether. To gather. Put the human seek shooters. Man, I wish for weeks cuter. Man, I wish for three’s numeral. Remuneration and mover. The shaker shoved sooner.

Clue less and clue. Man, do I have truce? Do I want what to do? Does this make this to do? Man, please let it move. Man, please let it move. Soon I knew two would come. Erupt on em, expunge and rough. Please make the room enough. Expect on it, consume. Arrive by the time. Arrive on the line.

Destination’s alive. Destinations…a drive. Destinations’ one mile. Destination thru 5. Five hours til mine. Five letters in climb. Four letters in five. Two rhythms and nine. Let go and let’s try. No fly or release.

Re lease and re-dress. Redress, headdress. Head rest, redress. Release and real test. Me and you and me too. Plus, me and me you. You and me, plus he. Plus, the you that was he. Plus, the thought of the bus. We like, 10 of us. Ten more for the fuck…for the fuck of the fuss. What is what we all lust. Love…