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Look at this fool. This babbling fool that stands over me. A garden full of burning flowers visible through his eyes, but not through ear to ear. The things that run from his mouth- which I do not blame them from doing- **** my brain cells. He thinks I care. All I want the former fool. He who taught me all I know. The walking book cover, dictionary, Britannica. The ultimate thesaurus, movie star. Bob the Rabbit. It's in its cage. Say hi to Bob. I admire you. The temperature. The west and east egg. All I desire is again to sit and look up and admirably watch words spill out of his mouth. Not these dead song birds flying out of his. Not this spineless man walking on his tongue. Not, Not, Not him. In the distance, a foghorn yells, "No one cares!" but he is Hellen Keller's doppelganger. I am slowly going brain dead...... black.
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Apr 26, 2013
Apr 26, 2013 at 12:00 AM UTC
Grammar Sam
Look at this fool. This babbling fool that stands over me. A garden full of burning flowers visible through his eyes, but not through ear to ear. The things that run from his mouth- which I do not blame them from doing- **** my brain cells. He thinks I care. All I want the former fool. He who taught me all I know. The walking book cover, dictionary, Britannica. The ultimate thesaurus, movie star. Bob the Rabbit. It's in its cage. Say hi to Bob. I admire you. The temperature. The west and east egg. All I desire is again to sit and look up and admirably watch words spill out of his mouth. Not these dead song birds flying out of his. Not this spineless man walking on his tongue. Not, Not, Not him. In the distance, a foghorn yells, "No one cares!" but he is Hellen Keller's doppelganger. I am slowly going brain dead...... black.
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Apr 26, 2013
Apr 26, 2013 at 12:00 AM UTC
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