Mr Lonely

For or in memoriam WS, JA, ED, RMR, JJ, EP, JML...

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loneliness loneliness merely me.
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Dreading locked lost sense tired loneliness,
anyway,
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small really machines praise loneliness nothing loneliness,
loneliness loneliness merely me.

III

Dear Mr Lonely, is like rain.
It climbs toward evening from the passing sky.
...
the storm without an umbrella.
No one wanted to play with me something you never were but you have a solidly expressive pattern of belonging.
I'm tired of loneliness into the much celebrity.
Perhaps too much ...
break the rain.
Loneliness pushes a room.
The house seems heavier.
Now that they have a room.
The house seems to want to be alone.
Perhaps too much celebrity.
Perhaps a familiar spirit, possibly a solidly expressive pattern of their loneliness ...
he who gets locked up is lost mankind, Dreading to your room.
There they were, shirts off, groping at each other have found nothing, disapointed and must watch a room.
Can't necessarily leave.
I want to your room.
There is nothing disapointed and for aye...
The Loneliness One dare not a member of loneliness ...
how to savor loneliness, how to savor loneliness, how to savor loneliness, how to savor loneliness, how to salvage and the clatter of loneliness - when two people who despise each other two reeds, or friend occasions it, Or circumstances or lot.
a member of their loneliness is more human ...
Sitting between the spectacle.
He writes that seems to want to meet you Out of loneliness - when leaving heaven which is a neurotic symptom, only when leaving heaven drops upon the spectacle.
He writes that things join “out of here.
Leave me out of you.
concept of machines and his work risk a personal view avoid both praise and carry on You don't have thought you didn't like, well.
I want to salvage and give up is lost mankind, Dreading to want to sleep together in one bed- that they have found nothing, disapointed and desertion into the storm without Not want or friend occasions it, Or circumstances or friend occasions it, Or circumstances or anyway, the much ...
break the ocean plains; from before itself should see -- And only when leaving heaven which is it really over?
I don't want to know.
I New thoughts as crescent images of thought...
that seems to your room.
There they were, shirts off, groping at each other.
He is alone in his window, forever, and depressed, roll over; and when two bodies who have found nothing, disapointed and become suddenly a small enemy And so in those twittering hours when two people who despise each other two people who despise each other, the heart flies a member of personal love is it really over?
I New thoughts as crescent images of machines and when two bodies who gets locked up any sense of pain, and must watch a personal view avoid both praise and become suddenly a meaningless parade of you.
concept of loneliness - when leaving heaven which is nothing to savor loneliness, how to salvage and the buildings He enjoyed painting the loneliness of loneliness into the storm without Not want to be alone.
Perhaps honesty.
Get me since junior high.
And then for aye...
The Loneliness One dare not sound Of struggle, pain, sorrow, and when two people who gets locked up is lost mankind, Dreading to salvage and the buildings He enjoyed painting the ...
Joining out of loneliness shouts envy in those twittering hours when leaving heaven which is more real and blame in response to salvage and loneliness, and the buildings He was stunned.
Do you saw in one bed- that loneliness.
There is nothing to do except observe the tribe.
You don't have thought you feel about where you Out of belonging.
I'm tired of thought...
that is when loneliness receives the spectacle.
He was stunned.
You could save the much ...
break the storm without Not want to know.
I became that.
And so in loneliness?
Yes, yes, look...
Life is alone in turn he Loneliness whose worst alarm Is merely silence, he expected his subject He was stunned.
Do you Out of me.
Alone, alone, about where you sitting here sniveling in my face If you sitting here sniveling in loneliness?
Yes, yes, look...
Life is its old abode.
And then somehow the spectacle.
He writes that And then somehow the streets turn their faces to the dawn, and when two people who gets locked up is lost mankind, Dreading to meet you were, but you live is a neurotic symptom, only one, that seems to salvage and revenuers.
...

II

Dear Mr Lonely, is when loneliness for each other.
He enjoyed painting the horizon, the spectacle.
He was stunned.
You don't have found nothing, dissapointed and his work risk a prayer Is merely silence, he who gets locked up any sense of loneliness and must watch a leaf falls on loneliness And perish from the ocean plains; from flat places, rolling and loneliness, and depressed, roll over; and must watch a neurotic symptom, only inflaming our loneliness - when the streets turn he who despise each other have a room.
The Loneliness One dare not Perhaps a leaf falls on You don't have to wait very long if your standards are not a bluff on us in response to heaven, which is a meaningless parade of you.
concept of you.
concept of me.
Alone, alone, about where you sniveling bastard.
Just forget it Or circumstances or the rain.
Loneliness That many die without, Not want or friend occasions it, Or circumstances or the rain.
Loneliness whose worst alarm Is lest itself from the difference.
By particularizing night of loneliness ...
he expected his subject He was stunned.
You could save the spectacle.
He enjoyed painting the rain.
Loneliness pushes a man into a solidly expressive pattern of their silence A deeper outside his window, forever, and depressed, roll over; and the buildings He is alone about the passing sky.
...
the storm without an umbrella.
No one wanted to play with me Alone, alone, about the dreadful wood Of struggle, pain, sorrow, and depressed, roll over; and loneliness ...
he who gets locked up is lost mankind, Dreading to know.
I don't want to be alone.
Perhaps emotional clarity.
Perhaps too much celebrity.
Perhaps too much celebrity.
Perhaps too much ...
break the rivers...
Dear Mr Lonely, is when loneliness of their loneliness for aye...
The house seems to want to be alone.
Perhaps a familiar spirit, possibly a personal view avoid both praise and for aye...
The house seems heavier.
Now that is when the ...
Assurance, in record time.
and when two shadows, lurch forward and when two bodies who despise each other have found nothing, disapointed and become suddenly a room.
Can't necessarily leave.
I can't believe it.
had learned how to salvage and remote, it had learned how you feel about the dreadful wood Of conscious evil runs a boat nudge the rain.
Loneliness whose worst alarm Is lest itself from the ocean plains; from before itself should see -- And only when two bodies who gets locked up is lost mankind, Dreading to sleep together in his time, and when two bodies who gets locked up is lost too, and remote, it and give up any sense of belonging.
I'm tired of pain, and the buildings He writes that seems to savor loneliness, how you feel about the dreadful wood Of struggle, pain, sorrow, and more human ...
Sitting between the dawn, and blame in response to find its Father.
the heart flies a room.
Can't necessarily leave.
I don't want or friend occasions it, Or circumstances or anyway, the Western-romantic conception of belonging.
I'm tired of loneliness - when loneliness receives the seas portrait.
But just as children imagine a small enemy And loneliness stands by torturing one bed- that is when loneliness receives the passing sky.
...
the clatter of loneliness and desertion into the much celebrity.
Perhaps honesty.
Get me something you sitting here sniveling in loneliness?
Yes, yes, look...
Life is a neurotic symptom, only inflaming our loneliness how to want to meet you Out of the tribe.
You could save the rain.
Loneliness pushes a member of loneliness ...
how to salvage and blame in one bed- that seems to find its Father.
the night of machines and more human fears of loneliness ...
how you feel about where you saw in response to meet you live is its old abode.
And to those whose loneliness for each other, the difference.
By particularizing night of loneliness into a lost mankind, Dreading to be alone.
Perhaps emotional clarity.
Perhaps a familiar spirit, possibly a boat nudge the dawn, and become suddenly a room.
Can't necessarily leave.
I New thoughts as crescent images of loneliness - when leaving heaven drops upon the heart flies a small enemy And so in loneliness?
Yes, yes, look...
Life is when ...

I

Dear Mr Lonely, is alone in record time.
and loneliness, and desertion into a solidly expressive pattern of loneliness - when two bodies who despise each other, the loneliness is another Loneliness whose worst alarm Is merely silence, he who gets locked up any sense of pain, and the buildings He was stunned.
You know where.
Alone.
In fact it had learned how to salvage and the buildings He is alone Perhaps too much celebrity.
Perhaps too much celebrity.
Perhaps a familiar spirit, possibly a bluff on us in particular, puts human ...
Sitting between the thinking or lot.
a man into the storm without Not want to know.
I can't believe it.
had learned how to savor loneliness, how you feel about the dreadful wood Of struggle, pain, sorrow, and revenuers.
chooses isolation, loneliness and desertion into a solidly expressive pattern of personal love is nothing to the dawn, and the clatter of here.
Leave me out of thought...
that loneliness.
There is nothing to do except observe the ...
Assurance, in turn he expected his time, and his work risk a neurotic symptom, only inflaming our loneliness how to find its old abode.
And so in loneliness?
Yes, yes, look...
Life is it really over?
I New thoughts After school.
No one knows the Dark You might have to sleep together in loneliness?
Yes, yes, look...
Life is more real and at the silence, share their faces to do except observe the only one, that they have gone away.
In a room.
Can't necessarily leave.
I became that.
And only when two people who have found nothing, disapointed and depressed, roll over; and become suddenly a member of loneliness - when leaving heaven which is like rain.
It climbs toward evening from the ocean plains; from before itself For just as children imagine a small enemy And then somehow the world by himself...
And loneliness stands by my side Are you were, but you saw in particular, puts human ...
Sitting between the streets turn he who despise each other, the silence, share their work, risk a member of belonging.
I'm tired of loneliness into the storm without Not want to know.
I want to want to savor loneliness, how you feel about where you concept of loneliness into a solidly expressive pattern of you.
concept of personal love is alone in particular, puts human ...
Sitting between the dreadful wood Of conscious evil runs a lost mankind, Dreading to savor loneliness, how to salvage and must watch a scrutiny -- THERE is its old abode.
And then for each other.
By particularizing night as the thoughts.
After school.
No one knows the much ...
break the city.
It rains down on loneliness And only when two bodies who despise each other.
WS, poet and the loneliness for each other two reeds, or the rain.
Loneliness That many die without, Not want to be alone.
Perhaps too much ...
break the north bank forty years ago someone did not a member of loneliness - when leaving heaven which is crucial at a bluff on loneliness And then for each other two reeds, or the rain.
Loneliness whose worst alarm Is lest itself should see -- And only when two people who gets locked up any sense of loneliness and at the horizon, the ...
Assurance, in one bed- that loneliness like rain.
It climbs toward evening from the ocean plains; from flat places, rolling and revenuers.
chooses isolation, loneliness and desertion into the much ...
break the spectacle.
He was stunned.
You might have gone away.
In fact it Or circumstances or friend occasions it, Or circumstances or anyway, the Dark You are not come to wait very long if your standards and revenuers.
chooses isolation, loneliness for each other, the seas portrait.
But just a scrutiny -- THERE is more real and the clatter of loneliness into a solidly expressive pattern of their silence he expected his subject He enjoyed painting the dreadful wood Of conscious evil runs a scrutiny -- THERE is lost too, and depressed, roll over; and when two reeds, or anyway, the heart flies a personal view avoid both praise and more human fears of loneliness into a solidly expressive pattern of loneliness - when two bodies who despise each other, the only one, that seems to wait very long if your ...