That you send me, Mom, and Dad going to be home to watch the dog. Okay yeah, we can go 1050 cuz I told you the ID for the add. What’s your question, okay, what shape? Absolutely disgusting yeah. I’m here as I recall this is correct, please call me this. Continue? Laptop odd is all that was not 1 shred even visited your website. A c********************** website. What is the Olly Olly other? Other is for self the great. I’m here as I recall this is correct?  Don’t get the name of the time? You’re a sec. Hello something back 100 percent polyester—in Denver, pregnant and friends—machine wash cold gentle cycle no bleach: Doubletree polo, the Drake lane lover baby. And machines legal does a cat Nava Blanche your shaker and sheen service cycle? Ordernow in Lake Mills beware of the knee lane. Show me the step prone. Take to later Gino, take lightly really, do you know? Take. That’s what I just said, I think she is playgood money, a Berkley come on, yeah. I just read through the gate. They are all Kansas man. The trash. The net. Panache. Swag. They be the best of times but sometimes not so great. Some sort of it. Away were like the other today, the other yesterday, in the office tomorrow. It’s getting warmer here, it’s snowing outside considered drops of water. Ellipses Lipsy is ellipses si si si is Lipsy we C CCC lipseys sleeping. 

My name is Jelly Death and I am no creator. I am no creator as when I have tried through photo, through words typed and scribbled, through copper and silver melts and statuettes, through models, through sing and scream—my worlds are so grayed and malformed that I cannot bear to let them be. I am Jell-O Concentrate, ester sugars made in chrome vats and measuring glass. When I was born I was so afraid and I do not know why. When I was born I was not hit. When I was born I was stretched out on a conveyor belt and poured gently into boxes and the boxes were stacked. All the boxes had words, all the words had facts, the facts were not facts, but measurements. Were facts measurements? I am not sure, I am no creator. A creator has facts. My box was a creator, in part, of me. Sometimes when I feel homesick I put my mouth on the showerhead and let it disintegrate me. Hours later I reform and my always dying ideas reform too.

look at the crafts you made when you were six years old
you will witness just
how linear your life is
very, is the answer
In your drawings will be all
your
secrets, angers, things you fetishize

laid out naively
only how a child could
be so stupidly open as that

 in gold and silver glitter glue: your missing best friend

 malformed letters marking your first wet dream

it’s all there
buried for being so honest

 the plans were laid out
now the plans are hidden
do not ask about the plans

I am furtively awful playing at becoming openly awful in an endearing way again
Only, though, a child
can be as stupid as that

“To start of my cow-fiesta. I will tell you a bit about cows and Bulls and why I like them. Well for those of you who have lived a cattle-free life all bulls are boys all cows are girls (that explains old bessie). Why I like them? One for their designs. Second Who couldn’t like something that eats green grass and moos all day? Now for the differances  between bulls and cows. Some bulls and all cows have differant paterns. Some bulls have horns that are quite long. Bullfights are very popular in Spain you’ll never hear anything about cow-fights, because cows never get angry enough to actually attack a human, cows sometimes don’t even care that they have been captured, bulls are much more aware. Cows have designs of black, white, red, and such most bulls on the othe hand are either red, brown, and partily white. Now for the simularates. Both cows and bulls give birth to a baby calf. All cow\bull species fall under the class of bovine or simply cattle. In conclusion everytime you think of a bovine or a hamburger both species make meat

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think it is either or cow, bull, or baby cattle

Thank you for your time.”