A Blur Of..
A blur of..
Normality to..
Become OdD.:.
#RBandJTM
Summerhouse, the entirety of enguenie, #EP
Available: Streaming, @ytmusicpromoter
Paper Plains - This Rain And Then
Moi, made musically manufactured miles while wearing.. @redbubble
Gifted the sound to thons taken by, #musiqgenecentric "Winter Part 2"
Gathering paperwork to be diagnosed with deterioration, thriving with a thickness of tonically tenure, tone and timing. #thanksbetoGod
Found a wig, gray or grey, you're inclined to be illusive.. took snips, cutting more.. it was a 'look' to embodiment of the legacy of recording. #PaperPlains
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"It was the past and the future too, and that he liked to imagine that those likely held only this present senses. It's only till thons must've stood stills."
By: John (Tyler) Mouncé
AKA 'Tyler Somebodies'.
Nior too listing, possible.
Subjugating thy substitute
Zoagli with thine's landing
Puritanical the prayer
Vilified this vexing vision
Treacherous to a solid truth
Enmity to be earned always
Duly to David along sided
Deification to don this return
Conflated to solely create
Nepotism too kindly sought
Intel the volumed voting
Manifesto thy magical moment
Vendetta this drop shared
An undetectable cisgendered
Blacklisted a block furthermost..
#kcandthesunshine #band #vinyl #search #1yearago #timehop
Never, not..
We never run without the band
We never wear a dress with shoe laces
There's the music that beeps when you signal it..
It never enter a dance arena to start again.
Shattering waters elapse the seashore,
Shattering days..
Shattering home doesn't afloat.
They dance, while candle is held with Hail Mary.
Candlelight shines in the dark,
the glare doesn't flatter the fate.
Pale bones during the morning,
torments, rippling amongst torment.
Never look back even when all the faces call me..
Echo less cries near the escape
I'm not there to depart, just yet.
(via Macadamizes Milliliters Might Morph. A-Line Dress by John Tyler Mounce)
#macadamizesmillilitersmightmorph
Where I'm from, broken
Broken homes sealed late
Twice removed but not forgot
They were man and a woman
Those became were the offspring
Six with three female, three male
Along the grandchildren bring
More family name and genes
Mainly females amongst tribe
The one who bare nine months
They carry control over life to
Occur, once they start their
Own. This family tree
Is woven thick, true
And traditional taught.
They are where I'm from.
"MOUNCE."
To those that made to still making.
Noting a curable crazy
If only without self doubt
A turning atomic earning
That was whenever a spark
Had to develop thy sinful
But amended with the praise
For merely life's adventures
That taught that truth sticks
Whenever one falls it explodes
The outcome of always there
Even when not face to facets
Adorning the brilliance of sped
Glory when the aim was pleased
Still their want is strong
Enough to prevail their vision
That'll forever imprint the
Impressive print made creditable
Working gave this light
Of damn of those blue eyes
Stillness that embarked
And will forever be the fan
Of true gritty talent.
An Embrace, Togetherness.
Holden aback
Ever needing adjust
A gift they were true
Complete trust had gained
Once lost but found amongst
Stellar needs begun fun
That unbound our journey
With hope to meet again
Just spark the flame once more
Fire's blazing glow
Melts our hearts as one
Two that have tackled toughness
The rage of love losing
All is won in trying
A dear battle statement
Games for the dare thons
Whom have learned thy truth
Exceed with pure bliss
Our own relationship unmasked
Face forward firstly
Then coming in second
Of round three.
One's trio.
Trailblazer, tails untold.
No return.
Escape me.
Free to each, there's gone..
Away forever together
An Embrace.
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