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Sep 2018 · 216
The Letter "i"
EP Robles Sep 2018
"i" is Atlas holding up the World.  

  A permission granted by the writer
of letters.  

And 'i' never shrugs as it does not
have the writer's license to do so.

For if it did the mnemonic rule of
'i before E, except after C' could
not exist.

Weird!  <--very weird!

:: 09-26-2018 ::
strangeness of the English language and it's silly old rules! :P
Sep 2018 · 210
MY NAME'S FORGIVE ME
EP Robles Sep 2018
Once upon a time
I looked up there
for a chance to find my God
but the attic was empty  
so i lose.

Now my name's Forgive Me
Now your name is Forgive You
where do we run to
when all's exposed?
Where do we go now
when the sun has lost
it's giving light?

Now my name's Forgive Me
if you can remember this
So Bow down eternity tonight.

i bought a bonsai tree for free
placed it in the attic
and now have God.

IT'S within the wine  
it's in the news
it's within everything
we love and sometimes lose.

And my name's Forgive Me
And your's -- "I Forgive You."

:: 09-25-2018 ::
Sep 2018 · 211
HEARTBREAK CALLED RUIN
EP Robles Sep 2018
Holy is the feeling of you  with  me
  marching through life  with me
Struggling with me / some can shine
some even fly and some can slay time

  but all these feelings of mine
  allow me to cure pain
  to endure the bite of my Mind
  
  When you're with me
  beside me and not
  against life you're
  with me /. Marching through Life
  with this heartbreak called RUIN.

:: 09-25-2018 ::
To have a partner in life!  This I've never had.
Sep 2018 · 315
ALL THINGS GREAT AND SMALL
EP Robles Sep 2018
DO not weep for me   tonight
the streets are sleeping
and stars singing their light.

Forgive the clouds you see
some days they weep for you
but in secret feed the trees.

If the world should express
emotions of compassion
it should be for Love;

the language of Things
Great and Small.

:: 09-25-2018 ::
Do not notice me for i am only sometimes.  The rest for pain, forgetting, and blaming.
Sep 2018 · 259
SOME THROUGH THE BRAIN
EP Robles Sep 2018
SOME through the brain
in much Dismay i will say
but my thoughts first
  through my heart --
is how my own Life  
governed by Soul
on this and every day

For some a prison
by thoughts

  whose fears as bars
  and regrets like walls

i say best to greet mentation
through Love and Spirit
first and foremost of all!

:: 09-26-2018 ::
Cold and calculated or driven by compassion and emotions?  I say all thoughts first through the heart!
Sep 2018 · 258
I TOO WAS DEAD WHEN ALIVE!
EP Robles Sep 2018
THE severed line of life!
My spirit sealed;

i was away in death and
of no human fears;
and so many hands
that could not feel
touched my earthly
years

a constitution
  of empty chairs
  silent motion or force
  the heart never saw;
  brought by bounty
  eternally diurnal's course
  of tears, fears, and screams

i too was dead when alive

:: 03-03-2015 ::
:: Rev:  09-22-2018 ::
Living?  Dying?  In between both?  Not sure?
Sep 2018 · 214
I SO LA T I O N
EP Robles Sep 2018
Tears are
Eli
  xir
lush is
  l
  y
like eye
deli
ciously!
Myeye enTOMED IF
MY
OP
TIC HEART BEATS
of c o m ing love
and waiting is
spent in I- SO
lation
but rewarded
by golden souls!
So pain is a seed
and spirit the tree
i bury my roots
D
E
E
P
L
Y
!

:: 12-31-2014 ::
emotions are abstractly strong and move across the entire spectrum of human life
EP Robles Sep 2018
absolutely maybe if wings flew
without a bird's body and the air
lifted ground as outer space
filled inner spirits

  then all things might be
equal and if so then what?

Zero.

Which is arguably a 'something'
less than 1 but greater than
less than zero.

Words.

The devil's insidious plot to
madden the human mind with
intangible monsters that chip
away at the glass floor we
all ignore and rarely look
down upon
   we might see the super-
structure of reality then.

What then?

  HORROR.

:: 09-21-2018 ::
life, death, horror.  The things in between the blinks of an eye that we miss.  The forgotten thoughts that alone die and the diabolical voices that remind us of just how **** human we all can be.
Sep 2018 · 134
IN LOVING MEMORY
EP Robles Sep 2018
IN LOVING memory of the countless
forgotten moments i said of Love,
"My Fear Does Not Believe In You."
That love believed in me
That love forgave me
That love loved me
is the purest
of all love.
Is Love.

:: 09-20-2018 ::
Love
Sep 2018 · 173
WHEN THE CURTAINS FALL
EP Robles Sep 2018
WHY does sorrow soar as love
and sadness sink like fear
and love burst like anger
when the mouth remain
as "O" and hands clasp
like death as arms flay
like clowns and tears be tears
when the world remains as is
while is is not as good as good
can be?

  Wake me up
when the curtains
have fallen

And as the lights
have dimmed.

:: 09-20-2018 ::
Notes i have none.
EP Robles Sep 2018
IF  my  f o o t
      f
          a l ls
  beside a metaMAGICAL-\
super-luminous   h e a r t
   say i ate  equations
of the deepest  soulMIND
  in nature   IF the simple
call it  "nature"  let  my
    even/-KIND heart whisper
,"sir, to do because they
cannot mean more --
  the weeds and gossamer
which emotions (while) mind
  immeasurably roots
between sounds of lovers
  and music and wine and smoke
~~ all these souls!
MINDS and eyes of these
  who listen-life    say:

  "______"
if my  f o o t
     f
       a l l s
  beside a metaMAGICAL!

:: 09-10-2015 ::
:: Rev: 09-20-2018 ::
Life is magical.  It is more than our minds can imagine it to be.
Sep 2018 · 360
THE MYSTERY SHOULDEST
EP Robles Sep 2018
THE shouldest wind.  My never dream I should
held
         //--ME.  I might then should.  Did Dream.

Cold coal::coals  Time hammer now into
a brilliant thunder of what'if's that stun time
--where all flesh become amazed ages
       --welcome to life

The elder generation adores you
    that we are you. Were once.    And now.
(A whispered mystery)   ?

   so Open your window and let some
air into your room!

:: 08-20-2015 ::
Would have, should have, could have...
Sep 2018 · 422
GONZO POETRY
EP Robles Sep 2018
I had run out of it i'm out of it
mind you my mind that ran away
first by feet then by train
paxil was her name a rotundish
hard skinned pink pill of a ****
so sleeping a tossing flipping
dreaming dream i witnessed a mess
messing up a dream:

this slot of sliced land jutting
with clapboard housing a shouting
with roaches a toasting the best
of a meal they boasted
the strangest of stranglets in
a land of strangler piglets;

two step eddie backed up to a window
owned by a rider, says he with
back to a drive-thru widow, 'take
this shotgun, won't need it, take
this broad sword too, and take this
forty-four again won't need it,
i'll keep this grenade cause it
needs me more -- see that man there
, snagged my lawn cutting his own
, watch me walk over there.

Two-step walks over there and pulls
the pin and once again they do like
they do the owner of that window
was a copy-cop over 44 and says
to eddie, 'don't pull that pin you
sons of guns, sons of burning suns!"
Pin pulled, trigger pressed two slugs
in the valley of the deepest cracks
of two buns and all is done.

And the female dog under the oak
toking-tree says to her male friend,
'your banging will wake up the
recently dead if you don't stop
banging and start more slapping instead;
no-step eddie tells the devil he
needs to brush his tooth but forgot
his teeth brush under the bush.

Never cold turkey Paroxetine
and slip to sleep on a Monday.

:: 06-26-2018 ::
strange dream, caught in the cold.  cold turkey paxil is not a funny matter.  Ugh.  It was the most unbearable!
Sep 2018 · 555
PICASSO
EP Robles Sep 2018
PICASSO where do you draw the line!
     disjointed reasons
etched across my mind
a
  proverbial t hou ght
o  n
hinge
what say you my man - so abstract!
     rejoicing voices
love s hare s  bisecting angels
and pleasure di verge across
p o in ts
a fissure in creativity moves!
     you  c r a w l e d  out
punching real ity  in the jaw

shattering concepts --
creating new law!

:: - ::
Lovely art.  Surrealism and abstraction are best for me.  Realism is the thing outside the window.
Sep 2018 · 265
BY STARS & TULIPS
EP Robles Sep 2018
WHILE words choke  when love

for you springs my heart

hush gentle hammer-beat!

  Mind full as splash-colored

Fields oh sun!  Warmth as passion!

   My beloved dearest one.

There across the creek

below the Oak by the root

tulips and stars two lips

as ours — the precious time!

   The secrets so sweet as the

   twinkle within your

     eye my loveliest one!

From one to two now three!



:: 09-16-2018 ::
love.
Sep 2018 · 136
TODAY'S GONE
EP Robles Sep 2018
Standing on  the corner
of a street called life
i can see  the freeway
and all my dreams

they're  rushing high
they're  rushing by

And a beggar begs for a dollar
the police for a crime
And a judge reminds me
of the nature of laws
within men's twisted minds

so today  i lose it
i lose the hope
so today heaven's heavy
lead with a knotted rope

And heaven's lost my heart
-- today's gone heaven's lost
my heart and mind
today's gone
so i say so long
with living time
standing on the corner
of a street called life

:: 09-15-2018 ::
Sometimes life.  Right?  Hits you at the most unsuspecting moment when all you're doing is existing and minding your own time.
Sep 2018 · 251
Characters
EP Robles Sep 2018
while F was pointing its two accusing fingers to its right U bent towards her middle wishing alpha bet higher wages and C being blind always kept its mouth opened for the rare change beggars threw at it because K always loves to kick the air with its tight stocked legs.  
    Characters all of them!

:: 09-12-2018 ::
alpha bet on the loser
Sep 2018 · 1.4k
A Poet
EP Robles Sep 2018
i met a poet  just today

he greeted me  with much

laughter   as foreplay

(we seized each other

from brim to toe)

one cried  the other sang

a hymn

and at the end  we shook

our head   contemplating

which the queerer

and stepped away

from our mirror.


:: 09-12-2018 ::
a remarkable encounter
Sep 2018 · 511
LINGER CITY
EP Robles Sep 2018
\ i have a finger
   it has a trigger
i have a bullet
   it has a chamber

a perfect fusion
to combat illusion

  and i'm rolling
back down the road
to the city we all
know of

Linger City
Linger City
Linger City

Where i keep
my finger
with a rigor
mortis snicker

***** you city
slicker
my funny bone
*******
is a state of
perfection
all within
the limits of

Linger City
Linger City
Linger City

yeah /

:: 09-12-2018 ::
It's one of those moments and I won't ignore it.  Write on.
Sep 2018 · 201
A WAR WITH LIES
EP Robles Sep 2018
i stepped inside
       my throat  
  to choke a lie
the room was festive
   with devils and
prancing disease
a war ensued
  internally
   the rest
a history
—  acclivity!

:: 09-10-2018 ::
i am in shame of truth at times when it uncovers fear for what it is
Sep 2018 · 218
FLAT SHADOWS
EP Robles Sep 2018
i birthed one of my famous dreams
   last night  and invited the
whole town.    every inconsiderate
  thought came   and the flat shadows
    of my dearest fears.
  the Child with no face on the sidewalk
outlines in broad strokes
     Despair.  a piece of dove of peace
  smothered in regrets on a wooden table
served on a terrace of blinding terror.
  only the smallest of facts carry
the greatest stories of which this one
is condemned to 3 o'clock each mourning.
       before heaven awakens.
       before sizzling strains
           of gravity prove awakened
               minds are too heavy.
as the rest of the town hides everywhere
   that sanity has escaped i press
hard into my eyes by thumbs to forget.
             manifested dreams is a sidecar
of my mental vehicle.  again at sunrise
    to find that one last star yet devoured
by daylight.  a wish upon that remaining
  survivor -- allow this to be me!

:: 09-10-2018 ::
What more to say.
Sep 2018 · 258
A LARGEST NIGHT
EP Robles Sep 2018
Mellifluous are the songs of moon
   lit lips  pressing a maddened
heart as mine!

This largest night ate the orchards
and  prismatic towns by the shores
   where waves say goodbye torturing
   women who have lost their sailors
                    on calmer nights.

Instead of life the sea has come
   has come to take from me
   all i have called normality

   what most who love may dislike
   what some who hate may balance
     i n   l i f e :
  a severe disinclination
    or tolerance for such as me!

so cold are some it feels as stings
     from a polar bee!


:: 09-08-2018 ::
solitary.  a very large world with a very small heart.  cold stares.  unforgivable indifferences.  petty quarrels.  the smallest of minds that have disconnected from feeble-sized hearts.
Sep 2018 · 388
GORDIAN KNOT
EP Robles Sep 2018
DOES LOVE TREMBLE?

PALPITATIONS LIKE THE
SURFACE OF A CYMBAL!

when sun ignites
romance's flame
or when two hearts
resemble

   a Gordian knot--

oh! so simple, surly not!
tidal waves that crush
the shores of souls!

:: ~~ ::
twisting, curving, knotting, knowing, blowing and cursing life at times is living.
Sep 2018 · 188
A HUNDRED POEMS - LXVI
EP Robles Sep 2018
I think today I broke
a word within my ignorance!

I did the deed within my garden
I stabbed with *****

upon a letter within
the soil lay the bee!

And in my haste I slay she
and shouted in thunder

‘Oh! It cannot BE!’

:: 06-02-2014 ::
:: Rev: 09-08-2018 ::
Move with purpose and slowly toward intended goals. And never strike a bee!
Sep 2018 · 384
MOUTH THE MORNING
EP Robles Sep 2018
I mouthed the morning,
and dew and petal!

I ate the soil but not
the bee but even thorn!

I saw the gnome  
inside a root of tree!

I kissed his conical hat
and kissed his feet!

This I did all before
but never within my sleep!

:: 08-26-2014 ::
nature, imagination, dreams, reality, love
Sep 2018 · 335
A HUNDRED POEMS - LXXXIX
EP Robles Sep 2018
IF pears compare
to apples smile
the fruit is key;
an orchid of hearts!

And if rivers roar
like stone's ashore
then water is rock
and time smooth and
torn

My ancient heart
tiny-tender toes,
patter-slide me!

The ballerina heart
saves me, my soul!

:: ~ ::
:: Rev: 09-08-2018 ::
Sep 2018 · 129
I SHALL EVEN MORE LOVE THEE
EP Robles Sep 2018
if two is one

and One is Love

if two are last

and we are glad

if then let it be

as love was meant

to be;

all of smiles, tears,

and all that is life!

and therein i have

chosen God; i shall

even more love thee

after this death of me!

:: 08-02-2016 ::
Love
Sep 2018 · 126
A HUNDRED POEMS - XXVIIII
EP Robles Sep 2018
DEVASTATION an
utter beauty
that what you do

unknowingly do to me
my butterfly lash
deep pools

eyes of jewels
stare into my soul
which you do

what fragment; time,
the world do vanish
when my soul

so near to you
love my love
devastating love!

:: 04-03-2014 ::
devastating love.
Sep 2018 · 283
GOLDEN BEE
EP Robles Sep 2018
(i could never hide
  because)

i am libra
always drawn
toward your pain

   allow my tongue
to lick the nectar
of your swollen soul

i am free of your lies
like Jesus not Galba
as a bee i ***** honey

so sweet you want
to die

i am a force un-wrecked
like water flowing through
steel or winter's fire

i am the golden bee
i am free
i am free

of your lies

if you look into my eyes
what will you see?
no anger just spirit

it's all you wish to be

more than a smiling face
on social media

i'm a spirit

a golden bee

i'm a spirit
of personality

:: 09-08-2018 ::
Be strong, be honest, be truthful to yourself and be braver than most men.
Sep 2018 · 1.0k
EXOTIC DANCER
EP Robles Sep 2018
I am the sea. I am the clouds.  And the dirt you carry within your dreams.  i am the pain.  i taste the blood.  Even though it’s 2 o’clock in the mourning and time to go home.  To the nothings and the peculiars of an emptiest life.
   i am the child who once painted lipstick
on a pet / the grimmest hour I stood alone /  i wanted to die / and now i’ve grown up without the hope of a warmer house I could call my life ||
i am the tea.  i am the cup.  Of no particular taste and i want to throw up / and it’s always the last one who calls me hon / you should get a better life. |||

:: 09-06-2018 ::
None required.
Sep 2018 · 322
MY SWEETEST EVENING
EP Robles Sep 2018
My sweetest Evening!
You are always welcomed.  
An entrance into my calmest moments.  
Your embrace / a long lost lover / but a  day since we made love
my dearest repriev’er
of harsh afternoons
and hungriest louder mornings.  
  Come.  Tell me how the world shall sleep.  
as when kittens cry for milk.
The purr-dreaming as rumbling
rails of clickety-clacking travelers
from unknown countries.    Dressed for each season.  A boldest boutique unsurpassed by circumstance.  My sweetest Evening kissing me!

:: 09-06-2018 ::
My kindest friend.
Sep 2018 · 336
THIMBLE AND NEEDLE
EP Robles Sep 2018
Thimble and needle hear
my words

you're too busy these days
to love

I've followed you through
and through

the toughest patches of life
and now my thread

has grown too thin
and we'll never survive
never survive never survive
the stitching of our hearts

Paper, rock and scissors
needles, pins and threader

rulers of horror measure
the terror of my nightmare

as I watch the needle
of your busy work pierce
the tissue of my heart

I'll never survive

never survive the sowing
of the madness
              that's your mind

:: 04-21-2018 ::
Stitching and itching thoughts and emotions.
EP Robles Sep 2018
My soul is lost upon ice-blue
crevasses so deeply!

Help me my blue elephant
that lettuce is brave
like electrons always saying hello
and never goodbyes!

Then slip on lice and break arms;
it's all so SCHIZOPHRENIC:
tangentiality! Stilted speech
and phonemic paraphasia are mainly
broken-minded poets

who use both sides of a pencil
-+95% of black eyes **** 5% of rabbits
and the bird whistles in Japaneses:
"sei shin bun retsu byo"
(mind split disease) where logic and
proportion falls between the King
& Queen  AND ALL ANGELS go to 7-Eleven
in their heavenly garments to buy

hot dogs and slur-pees and writing
is a socially acceptable form of
schizophrenia...hmm.

Such is the paradox of delusion
and how are you?  When you walk down
a sidewalk to the abuse of verbally
abusive birds chirping loudly how
dull and stupid you are. So you move into
a homeless shelter and make new friends!

:: 10242015 ::
Rev: 03102018
mental illness, society, shunned, crazy, all the world
EP Robles Sep 2018
MoMA i cannot give my children
    away ||| the walls are lonely

crucifixes -- flatSURFACES making
tears  |/and\| resurgence of
ways i have died. ' Simply ' is
no word that exists in this

universe, dear. And infinity are
spaces between whole numbers;
  ONE s t retched in2 a hope
of reaching outside the caveBONED

life of souls my dear.  We only
have each other and my heart
aches i cannot feel any longer
than this:

             *

i love you, too.

:: 07-01-2018 ::
Bearing prose is a birthing experience of the soul.
Sep 2018 · 168
LIFE'S QUADRATURE
EP Robles Sep 2018
because of truth i am sure
as when viburnum blooms
each spring assured

my love is there
my love is there

of what hearts procure
not by menial task
or frivolous chance

but of hope, faith,
audacity and strength-
life's quadrature

:: 09-05-2018 ::
Sep 2018 · 229
BIG ROOMS
EP Robles Sep 2018
A new day. When i buried you.
i found love within me by
the warmest touch Of my heart
i have grown. By the things
over ‘there’ there now.

AND Largest walls hide
hammered nails so lost.

A new shape from the deepest
inkwell || well now ||
we are on our own.

And Poets never grow up

WE GROW BIG ROOMS.

:: 07-10-2018 ::
In the quietest of moments on rare occasion we meet our true self.
Sep 2018 · 176
D IS J O I NT
EP Robles Sep 2018
"LiSTEN" said the tongue
"I smell tragedy" replied the eyes
"Who knows?" questioned the nose
"I think" screamed the heart
And Spirit hugged the Soul wishing
this unbelievable dream would
just go away.

:: 09-03-2018 ::
Disjointed.
Sep 2018 · 432
C U T T I N G E D G E
EP Robles Sep 2018
then asked me  to which i replied               c
'whenever it bleeds horses trample            u
;a bird's emptying nest'                                 t-ting
goes a bell within my heart's head             e
-ating all the impossibile births waste       d
  inside hollow Eve's Private crucifixion   g
-od knows god knows where all the         e
   -motions go to die /+\


:: 09-03-2018 ::
A woman knows the emptiness each month.
EP Robles Sep 2018
I followed a
      f
        a
       l
        l
      i
        n
          g
feather |
       to the ground
along the twist
    -ing-twirl
    -ing
>dizzy<
       | path |

I found a penny
which held no thoughts
together the feather
and copper bone
fell upon an anvil
cloud of striking stone!

:: 08-05-2014 ::
life is movement and situations are like gravity; sometimes somethings somewhere seem misplaced but then there we are --> right HERE.
Sep 2018 · 315
A HUNDRED POEMS - LXXXIV
EP Robles Sep 2018
My wooden staircase creaks

      [a heart broken by feet]

and weeks the measure my neck

what month-long that noose stretched!

A hooded man in black

  shared a joke a pun the trapdoor
               I fell
      
        |
        |
    __
     |      |

      
   for the line

a broken neck upon

   a heart string
    
         D
       R
         O
       P


:: 07-11-2014 ::
who has not walked the gallows; in life by 13 steps many journeys have been met.
Sep 2018 · 446
ACT (of) TWO
EP Robles Sep 2018
THAT in my fever while sanity has escaped by baluster
i continue to gaze in daze across the sea of white-
capped madness

Each o-shaped mouth
Each Black-bead eye
and all the ears
     all the chins
             teeth

  speak an infinite story of nothing but sadness.
And within the orchestral pit finely dressed musicians
they shed b-flat note tears; their mannequin powder-white
skin a color of pink's sunsetting murmur.

Simply, the true story is off stage toward this
improbable army audience; the finely carved polychrome
citizens start to move;  half-bodied and more alive
than the flesh-kingdom.

   Last night.  Last night i felt.  
That one's life can be as real as one's imagination
   if you sinerely wish it.

:: 08-23-2018 ::
wishing the reader to decide what it means for them
Sep 2018 · 225
DEATH INTERRUPTED
EP Robles Sep 2018
I INTERRUPTED the death
of a quaint soul this day
who wandered aimlessly
across frozen fields of May.

She spoke a single word,
"Beloved."

Her soul cleaved into
part of a half from two.

Gently held within my hand
With a word I put them
back into a whole
and then spoke
a single word;

"My beloved."
There are some things that die we are completely unaware once lived.
EP Robles Sep 2018
THE PRECIOUS terror is realizing
most adults are dead children
or like a day that folds itself into

a basket of reborn night.  That long-
necked geese and stiff necks are
either pretending giraffes or self

consumed souls; ignoring the mirror's
reflecting thoughts introspection
devours it's own mouth.  

  Surrealism is hickey upon my heart
that bests freezer burn sunlight any
now.  Kiss me you brilliant stupid
fool.

:: 08-30-2018 ::
Sep 2018 · 227
JUST ABOUT EVERYTHING
EP Robles Sep 2018
l o v e.    elephants too.  

  .  ants. /\ R doing all that

couldn't be done.  Smiles Making

All that’s unmade  and her SHE’s

best with peanut’s butter so LOVE

show me  EASY not a thing so undone

        save all who cannot be saved

      hug the porcupine and the insane

     and in the end it’s the moon or maybe

    even Mars — where they inhale

Laughter and breath out NASA emblems

     while teaching rovers to catch a star //

love love love ALL ||

:: 09-01-2018 ::
EP Robles Sep 2018
Soothing wooden
window pane!
Where hope dwelt
upon ridden raw
weight of elbows
dreaming days;

The wait as
dropping rain
the
falling snow
windy days
summer's glow
a fall in grace!


there i knew
your face
across distant
seasons too
as stung beelike
humming buzzing
where i buried
just a memory
of you
of waiting
for you
as always
the long season
of God’s Grace!

:: 12-18-2014 ::
:: Rev 09012018 ::
Sep 2018 · 198
PROFUNDUS
EP Robles Sep 2018
i am dumb.  you caught me eating  beach sand
when steak is upon the table.  And now my teeth
are crumbling sand castles / as youth begged me
to build my empire \ i am old. the guardian of
my soul reminds me a hater sees though blind and
lovers be blind but can see \an emptiness felt i
have never filled. The sensitive see more and
the poor eat feasts within their sleep.  i weep.
bolts of lightening.  laughter created the universe.
wewereso youthful and time yet born when the
few of us decided to explore the 'place of darkness'
and found life which creates life.  i am
dumbfounded.  by free will.  we all have it but
without choice.  _/_/_/___


:: 08-29-2018 ::
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