Discovery (I Got Lucky)

The Art of Donna Kuhn

i am someone you think you should be

one year

M-inspired

my stalker is in your text den

dear 11 people: whose ocean is breaking apart in your eyes?

my bugs are whining when u talk about the news

sunlight is grime in your lake, in your disclosure

hate me for my qtip city; bling is in the ocean

the shaman sea hates the cat in your shredded xmas

i spill my salad when your church lips are so strict

take your whortle tail when i decide the budget

i am enjoying my meat, my lake and my

feelings; witness

i am the floor of the sea; i am not a foot in her worst nightmare

bling needs people who are willing; close your big fing

my whales are talking dramamine

i am your israel; i like salad when

my bling is on the phone

i am the church; u are having

dinner with your budget foot

his time is your mind

sneeze me wanted ocean doubts and hotel claws, ginger

i blow the right words thru the sky to your very doors

she is to a large extent a black sweater on a train

i spill myself in ohio; my stalker is in your text den

the quaker is not editing my stalker finch where

daylight is bling hatred

i am a source so strict i can't be held

i am bugs that say thank u

could your lips word my smear and feel its many rains

she is singing i am the news, she words the think

to a mouth at the sound of your door

your dinner barks i am the privacy council

there is an ocean of eyes in ohio

i am lips, i am your token ginned

convent; the church does not

want me

israel is a lake the sea woke

i have to talk in not my own

flame

whales are in a bling book

they were big but they

were not spared

she is a mouth who wags his tail

i want a news storm with a bling's

willing budget

chasing teeth

one feels and shoots birds

i lost my heart more softly

than i lost my jaw

my teeth stick to your teeth

my heart is clicking

i make elephants

i send a way of talking

i lost your heart cheese

i left home, my knees are happening

i am a knee, send the jaw birds rain

i lost the city, i force myself

sometimes i lost your stick

u drink kittens, teeth vodka

pixies;sometimes i lost the

rain with a vodka brush

chasing teeth

my jaw lost force

the rain is clicking

i feel blown down

title blubber so severely

send your teeth heart

apples and the right

tools, your one one

send volunteer wings

sometimes i title blubber

television brains, cheese

and apples; the fact that

television is dressed in

that

please drool over my drinks

i lost god for two years

the birds lost my relief

the pink; please send

one