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Feb 2020
.mimic: the clucking sound - that distinguished onomatopoeia - the "spoons' race"... clucking or clicking... the horse's tongue... the readily bound to gallop... then the stalled effect of minor coincidences... verbiage custard pie of "late".

elle palmer: what a beautiful butterfly
in the nag hammadi library archives:
as would be cited by an r. d. laing:
humanism of psychiatry - deviating from
the cowboys of lobotomy: squadron...

depression: it's hardly the allure of the romance
of melancholy - michel de montaigne...
depression: the diatribe draw
of having a nagging aunt - lethargy -
stalking you... without a relief that
otherwise a shadow provides:
as an escapism of looking into
a mirror - and facing the robitic
self- automated prefix of... in totalis...
in total...
unconscious heart: hear me whimper...
robot grace of living to the ripe
old age of kurt douglas' vampiric 103...
see me peeling leeches
of dry-skinned eczemas...
turtles marooned on hopes of...
squaters' shell representation...

the romance of depression... melancholy...
the reality od depression - lethargy...
once upon a time best argued / excused
by the virus that spread from
top to bottom...
among the antiques and among
the...gesticulated: perversions of
grandeour...

before... the cowboys of lobotomy...
what a horrid affair...
the grey area of the fears associated
with a common cold...
unless darwin always comes up
with the categorical imperative...
mollusks for running protein...
biologically: weak...

deserving to die...
because isn't that hyper-existentialism...
coupled with darwinism?
in this linear of letters becoming words
words becoming becomign sentences...
pillcrow?

sad... well... there's the romantic sad
of the melancholic...
otherwise... the debased version...
the depressed is the lethargic...
the self-orientating self-fulfilling -
"self-employed"...
without the... cotton-candy...
benefits...

i've been there... i've seen
the macbrian chem soup of brain...
it's... just what it says on the tin...
a lethargy once understood...
teased with a snippet of a pinch...
of nearing windowlicker mr. lobo and
mrs. tame...
shortened to: affix         -tammy...

but elle palmer... what a beutiful
butterfly; imagine...
to start thinking in the trans- category...
before... even metaphysics too to ground,
the *****, the seeds...
the later labour...
the transgender movement is...
completely devoid of a study of metaphysics;

might i recommend looking into
orthography?
Mateuš Conrad
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Mateuš Conrad  36/M/Essex (England)
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