Fence ack neat wart heaven salt tarry
Play trip water bug table ump hollow
Fiber cost kumquat loud veal tangent
Level wary inches ghost reel plot eats
Lip tick wrench sticker qualify bunch
Fence ack neat wart heaven salt tarry
Play trip water bug table ump hollow
Fiber cost kumquat loud veal tangent
Level wary inches ghost reel plot eats
Lip tick wrench sticker qualify bunch
Both let tap read sunshine regularly
Paris fret bulb knee pulse head gold
Deny hip jot even tight tooth striped
Lit dent ashes rug clear mere closer
Treat venom ripe stipend scent plum
We’re here to make,
And bake and create.
We’re here to move,
And soothe and groove.
We’re here to love
Everyone.
We’re here to have fun,
To play and run.
We’re here to make
Something out of nothing.
We’re here to create
Meaning.
We’re here to make
A mess.
We’re here to be a mess.
We’re here to be.
Living lost angle bow tie reach blasts
Political verse tap dance pew hymnal
Lore thrifty search simple heat closed
Garage windows lever fun foreclose
Were salt zany grey cook laugh goose
Fold tap revisit trendy barrel point all
Pluck gold gin denial carport jingle
Gull feature meander conflagration
Position jot roof let healing bell loose
Clue hill goose tension baffle rid hue
Edible struggle so safe impossible next
Change in range locate defrost tangent
Political animal choosy welcome stereo
Make mighty mud cakes with malleable
Mouse bags on top of the table cheese
Power closure behind rhinoceros milk
Onion valve cloth preside changeling
Round talk belief manage squat apple
Proper freeze cooking front scoot tilt
Rug kick bird couch bounce neon lift
Lion alpha mood big dig jug verb hat
Happy go freaky,
Style for a mile.
Ambulance mind,
So fine.
Go fetch your dream,
Get to it!
Place your hands
On the balance beam
Of life expression,
And make your moves.
Chase that vision,
That holy mission,
For you alone.
Never turn back.
No regrets.
Sail on!
It’s a part of me,
My personality,
My sexuality,
Individuality.
I am unique,
The way God made me,
The way my parents raised me,
The things I’ve discovered
Along the bumpy way.
There’s no shame
In being this way—
Just because it was
Never mentioned in church,
Or school,
Or at home.
Even the basics
Were not taught.
Trial and error
Was my only way
To discover my body,
To find out
What it means
To be human.
To experiment
Inside and out,
To pop those bubbles
Of misconception,
Perversion of religion,
Crucifixion.
Morose lackadaisical moody hazy cry
Pitiful sore aching slouch depressed
Sad worried pensive crushed closed
Inebriated intoxicated passed out off
Underneath below drowning dying