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May 2021
my feet touch softly upon the hard ground, my personality brings tremors and ripples all around. much like an earthquake i’m quiet but loud, not too humble you see i stand proud.
boisterous an imp but not an imposter, annoyance and happiness a mental task monster, getting on your nerves but blended with  laughter, i guarantee you will smile, when you think after.
i am direct and show no attitude, though my remarks seem to you in fact rude. you may reflect and feel some gratitude, wisdom and humour you find you’re imbued.
if i do choose i can be quite  seductive, to common sense atomic bomb blast-like destructive.
directing deep thoughts towards whats reproductive, the question one ask’s is what’s my objective? but here it goes again  i’m always evasive, thoughts through your mind am i counter subversive?
propriety insanity melded and welded no longer divisive.
your brain is the house where i knock on your window, hand signs by design lightly veiled innuendo. i hint maybe later you reply yes but when though. i say when the door is open to the jengo.
my selection of words causes so much confusion, easier to learn about nuclear fusion. is this all real or is it illusion, you really don’t know me it’s just an allusion. spinning your mind so it’s close to collusion, all inhibitions now begin to loosen.
now your as guilty by association, but you may very well feel appreciation, finding your self in this situation, i’m just playing...this is recreation!!
Written by
gerald courtoreille
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     Bogdan Dragos and Khaab
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