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Mar 2017
fog
you wait in the fog,
i fear ghosts have
swallowed your breath;
i sniff mist,
i sniff japanese cartoons...
  i ear an asian qua-so
       alien concept?
       as-being-so,
                        my heart was intended
for much more and a much
shorter lineage
akin to the fate of samurai
was given; i die like a farmer's
                take on: the clear suggest;
intelligence being the last armour
worth being employed.
        i die a second death akin to
a land not owned...
             i die a death no one is able
to unearth or thus sell...
   a death that motivates jews into asserting prop...
and pope..
                    if this is uncomforatble,
what is a prosthetic limb?
                a gold-plated toilet seat?!
like blah blah said the monkey?
            of no generic distinction comparing
chimps withs gorillas?
       how about a generic imperative you
******* ****?!
how about i pet you by ******* on you?
now that would make a load of sense
given the **** culture... me ******* on people...
i'm just M heart symbol orientated
to imitate those people lost in the 15th century
that actually could talk about owing a heart
rather than a kettle...
   funny how all stories these days
begin with: once upon a time.
Mateuš Conrad
Written by
Mateuš Conrad  36/M/Essex (England)
(36/M/Essex (England))   
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   Irving MacPherson, --- and ---
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