Un-motivation,
I have a way about me.

Are you enjoying me, anonymous reader?
Because my self-indulgence is wearing on I.

Let's **** the flame together.
There's a mess on the table.

If I ignore her, will she eventually leave me be?

Thoughts, thoughts, and scatter-plot dots
I've got intelligence down to a science.

Do I write for you?
Do I write for me?
Do I write for Him?
Do I write for she?

Who's the head?
And who's the heading?
Who's the body?
We're just beginning.

Musical significance on the back-note taste bud of my lower sound registry.
That was a long line.

I like the 4th wall, if only because it breaks for me.

Alligator tears have no place here,
and nor does this lackadaisical approach.

I hope you all ride first class,
and I ride coach.

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