The genius

Your not safe from me
I am listening to the laughter
Your family hates you
Your best girlfriend was not capable of valentines day

Touchdown


ps.  ( genius   )

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It broke my handcuffs. 

Your leafs turned from orange to yellow.

The object was sold to be opened 
The root beer gave a recipe without judgement 
Lemon lime ponds and stripes that died 
 
Your ladder wrote a tall tale 
Your clothing missed my families argument 
 
For pain, there were not enough glass bottles to collect 
The sun never moved towards a vacation 
It was just you with my favorite color 
 
And i figured
 

goulash

beef
green cabbage- sliced small
onions- two big ones
celery- a few stalks
caned tomatoes. 
garlic
sause- jar
peperika- teaspoon
elbow noodles
salt and pepper
parlsey
grated Parmesan


 also consider using italian sausage with the beef

Gold media

Yellow aggravated fists of rain like palm tree's without thoroughfare.  Aggression escaped in front of the sky with clouds of smoke lamenting anticipation.  Traced to a halt, the desire to dance opened up fruit stands with church isles. 

Your famous

A bunch of muddy cluck cluck boots
People doing stand up on life rafts
There was no water and he was made of mud
Sliced like a turkey, the passengers were told of the exit sign
The recording should have been daunting
You should have needed the attraction

The big guy

The clothes are straight off the line.

The animal is wide enough to fit a car. 
The thumb tacks make Nazi speakers dissolve.

The friend list, A bunch of cynical terrorists.

Help is a radiant vision of laughter parting the seams of a 

broken ladder. 

Translation

The slide burped a cooler that antiquated footsteps.  Grown arms traveled like wasted space before shelter.  The picnic table was removed for a blanket fort,  a collection of potato chip bags lubricated family members.  The ingredients of outer space planted razor sharp chains of light. The spirit of man, demolished over carrying an umbrella.