#prepared - Hello Poetry

Done, uses made from time and chance, and story forms recognized as right uses, time wise, wondewhywhatring iffing effects as fervent prayer wise wishery was once… taking self-evident, breath of whether we could ever relate to phosphorus molecules our human hardware is wound on phosphorus twists too tangled to remember just once, for us as you thinking self-evidently, after just now… Life in time takes truth for granted, gravity causes coherent now in time as ours to use, as time users, granted grace wherewith we fashion cordage, to bundle and bind all manner of facts and factions Dhe, put, set, there then here often factors do we do did we get set here from fortune or quest are we mental creations or mental creators, or spirits entertaining called for, as we were creatures inhabited, ha, ha, and all for an episode, where what we are was hid. The mysterious essence, twist persistence and resistance unwinding whying and howing from what when where which once came to pass, as history, a story, hi- hypothecate, a place to put your stepping toes ideas themselves, artistically arranged words holding ideas, per se, seeing con perspicatious focus forward pulling strings, fringing our reminding vestments, for we are those called, and chosen, many among our circles of influence, call science, sorted hearing ears, experimenting, conknocknock yokes, broken before time assist braking systems, con quarreling jokes, begun disengineering rereguard action at Thermopylae when… pause… mentally we are with thirty-something Thomas Jefferson, teamed with B. Franklin, Printer, self-evident, where there had been Sacred & Undeniable, independence becomes historically Liberty & Justice, for all. SO, all you all, native earthian sapien sorts, bred to **** for God. Right, youse use another name, so, your sorts we justly **** for the unspeakable secret sacred unalienable right, to breathe, for once, very intentionally so slow, seeing and being become being alone, as a weform, as a gaseous bubble, essential barometer function forming vacuous absense synthesized romance, chance dances danced redundance done dance, necromance lucky timing, mensure ratio of good reason and none, fancy confabulations, we recognize as old Holy Day rituals, fantasy, animation misdirection watching words frame visions shown, as living words were said to seem to some seeing them appear, as a little lamp of the sort Gideon's 300 each had in one hand, and a trumpet in the other calling out, the sword of Yah who… brought down mighty Babylon, by damming the mighty river, allowing, Cyrus, was it, or was it Darius, marched in dry shod… words written on the wall in milk, tiny flaming ink alit as by fire as in the hour of the Mene Mene Tekal Uphar is too far wanting why may we who have freedom in truth, as redeemed words, we may live after all but words as matters facts form from, remain why poets believe words let be alive, seem so, one good reason most likely lightest of all, not even a single fluff dust mite feces from dried salty sweat of my laborer's brow, just self-evidently expensive material, my efforting sweating distilment salt of this earth, as it happens, it is the only earth thrice called, thrice this earth, earth, earth, in a genuine original translation, of a prophecy once muttered by a guy up to his neck in gnoshit, prophet's reward… reason maniac, goodness gracious, who slew Isaiah, quests for prophet's rewards, cuppa cold water, thirsty soul, respiring drying recognized gnosisnots, were once, truth, spirit light is its own medium, truth has never made any hell unbelievable.

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Dec 29, 2025

Dec 29, 2025 at 8:18 PM UTC

kenpepiton

Breath, wind life in a beginning

Done, uses made from time and chance, and story forms recognized as right uses, time wise, wondewhywhatring iffing effects as fervent prayer wise wishery was once… taking self-evident, breath of whether we could ever relate to phosphorus molecules our human hardware is wound on phosphorus twists too tangled to remember just once, for us as you thinking self-evidently, after just now… Life in time takes truth for granted, gravity causes coherent now in time as ours to use, as time users, granted grace wherewith we fashion cordage, to bundle and bind all manner of facts and factions Dhe, put, set, there then here often factors do we do did we get set here from fortune or quest are we mental creations or mental creators, or spirits entertaining called for, as we were creatures inhabited, ha, ha, and all for an episode, where what we are was hid. The mysterious essence, twist persistence and resistance unwinding whying and howing from what when where which once came to pass, as history, a story, hi- hypothecate, a place to put your stepping toes ideas themselves, artistically arranged words holding ideas, per se, seeing con perspicatious focus forward pulling strings, fringing our reminding vestments, for we are those called, and chosen, many among our circles of influence, call science, sorted hearing ears, experimenting, conknocknock yokes, broken before time assist braking systems, con quarreling jokes, begun disengineering rereguard action at Thermopylae when… pause… mentally we are with thirty-something Thomas Jefferson, teamed with B. Franklin, Printer, self-evident, where there had been Sacred & Undeniable, independence becomes historically Liberty & Justice, for all. SO, all you all, native earthian sapien sorts, bred to **** for God. Right, youse use another name, so, your sorts we justly **** for the unspeakable secret sacred unalienable right, to breathe, for once, very intentionally so slow, seeing and being become being alone, as a weform, as a gaseous bubble, essential barometer function forming vacuous absense synthesized romance, chance dances danced redundance done dance, necromance lucky timing, mensure ratio of good reason and none, fancy confabulations, we recognize as old Holy Day rituals, fantasy, animation misdirection watching words frame visions shown, as living words were said to seem to some seeing them appear, as a little lamp of the sort Gideon's 300 each had in one hand, and a trumpet in the other calling out, the sword of Yah who… brought down mighty Babylon, by damming the mighty river, allowing, Cyrus, was it, or was it Darius, marched in dry shod… words written on the wall in milk, tiny flaming ink alit as by fire as in the hour of the Mene Mene Tekal Uphar is too far wanting why may we who have freedom in truth, as redeemed words, we may live after all but words as matters facts form from, remain why poets believe words let be alive, seem so, one good reason most likely lightest of all, not even a single fluff dust mite feces from dried salty sweat of my laborer's brow, just self-evidently expensive material, my efforting sweating distilment salt of this earth, as it happens, it is the only earth thrice called, thrice this earth, earth, earth, in a genuine original translation, of a prophecy once muttered by a guy up to his neck in gnoshit, prophet's reward… reason maniac, goodness gracious, who slew Isaiah, quests for prophet's rewards, cuppa cold water, thirsty soul, respiring drying recognized gnosisnots, were once, truth, spirit light is its own medium, truth has never made any hell unbelievable.

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A bemusement used, a taken way... Usually reality is realized after all seemed done, ready as we appear in the bubble of all that has ever been known, or told in medium made to hold collective gnosis, recognosis' last realization known as common sense we, who read already know, but so far never use altogether. --------------- See time, imagine seeing time, prepare perception per happening, per turning, re turning to go… go on, perform the day, become the knower asking for interpreting translation retaining prettiness. Can you, with your tools, presume every reader ever sipping this piece or part of the wholesome inspiration, each reader already wills the fist, fingers wound, thumb bound to knock on the portal asking egress, apparent, from this far, retrogress, inward vision, to the core, here, whither heart and lungs work the works within us, pumps for the fluids we intake, and rework into blood and phlegm, snot gobs and spittle, to lubricate descent into churning acid, that burns, dissolves, breaks down, food, for thought used for reason, to answer why, or how, when, where, who, enough, for any character, I or you, the other, there, seeing time made from theory of entheos enthusiasms thought through though roughly, being as distance traveled in experience, known between us, emptyness, in truth, nothing to see, no evident connection, save the absolute reality these letters let be, the meaning, the unspoken, or, the finite bespoken spell, ordering attention, pointed precept perception, taken in, via letters letting translators make all who read be mankind, wombed or un, we always insist, persistence in life is what we live to prove worth the wait, we run, in the manner of machines, spring driven, wound up to run down, sit still waiting for impetus to push us, ag us into aggressive response, obeying fusing forces restricting chemistry laws of valence and ionic charge informing recognizable smell and taste, certain flavors used to make one think, any thought thing, reifiable, if one trys to think what if we both sides of these ephemeral lettings, as one pulls, the other pushes, we run, like a mechanical mind, winding next around now, making ready, peeling away the protective rind around the feeding mind's first fruit from sleep and coffee, catalysts few think of as tools, prepeeling, pre parings falling prophesy a letter Y, why because, of course, you shall be loved. ---------------- Let each stitch contribute, leave each line remember next. Each stitch taken to mend, saves… Thread, twine, or more twists, tieing strands set aside for good, useful lengths as linear tying tools holding this or that, to other parts, already, in the frame, weft strung taut, strummed, harpish notes, each string tuned to perfect tension, within our loom's frame, adjusted to the background noise, participating notes unnoticed in the finished goods sent to market. --------------- eh? Commercial quality, y'say? it is naught, it is naught, but the buyer lies. By now, the asking price is paid. What market, who buys my confusing redoing weaving the wishes of me as a boy, into final form, old man, looker into the abyss, and listening, humm of life in the flesh, in the reality you seem to become future real in, stepping away from the well trodden road to riches, landing in one of those engineered ditches, sudden, instant after falling, laughing, glad there was no rain, since, were that superfluity relief never forseen as needful, even essential, to prevent a total washout of roads from ever before to ever after, where when as ever truth does tell it inevitably must rain too much. ------------------------- Epilog Simple Simon met a pieman, Going to the fair; Says Simple Simon to the pieman, "Let me taste your ware." Says the pieman to Simple Simon, "Show me first your penny," Says Simple Simon to the pieman, "Indeed, I have not any." Well, then eat a poem, for truth once paid attention, works like a penny, for simple men wishing but something to chew. Pi, and spinning and wishing all work spells we wish we knew, roundly. E to the nth degree evolves to rest Entheos inspired, empathy aspiring… letting be what must amused remain enthused. Evident bemusement, in the space of time.

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Jul 23, 2025

Jul 23, 2025 at 1:31 PM UTC

kenpepiton

Entheos enthusia on waking

A bemusement used, a taken way... Usually reality is realized after all seemed done, ready as we appear in the bubble of all that has ever been known, or told in medium made to hold collective gnosis, recognosis' last realization known as common sense we, who read already know, but so far never use altogether. --------------- See time, imagine seeing time, prepare perception per happening, per turning, re turning to go… go on, perform the day, become the knower asking for interpreting translation retaining prettiness. Can you, with your tools, presume every reader ever sipping this piece or part of the wholesome inspiration, each reader already wills the fist, fingers wound, thumb bound to knock on the portal asking egress, apparent, from this far, retrogress, inward vision, to the core, here, whither heart and lungs work the works within us, pumps for the fluids we intake, and rework into blood and phlegm, snot gobs and spittle, to lubricate descent into churning acid, that burns, dissolves, breaks down, food, for thought used for reason, to answer why, or how, when, where, who, enough, for any character, I or you, the other, there, seeing time made from theory of entheos enthusiasms thought through though roughly, being as distance traveled in experience, known between us, emptyness, in truth, nothing to see, no evident connection, save the absolute reality these letters let be, the meaning, the unspoken, or, the finite bespoken spell, ordering attention, pointed precept perception, taken in, via letters letting translators make all who read be mankind, wombed or un, we always insist, persistence in life is what we live to prove worth the wait, we run, in the manner of machines, spring driven, wound up to run down, sit still waiting for impetus to push us, ag us into aggressive response, obeying fusing forces restricting chemistry laws of valence and ionic charge informing recognizable smell and taste, certain flavors used to make one think, any thought thing, reifiable, if one trys to think what if we both sides of these ephemeral lettings, as one pulls, the other pushes, we run, like a mechanical mind, winding next around now, making ready, peeling away the protective rind around the feeding mind's first fruit from sleep and coffee, catalysts few think of as tools, prepeeling, pre parings falling prophesy a letter Y, why because, of course, you shall be loved. ---------------- Let each stitch contribute, leave each line remember next. Each stitch taken to mend, saves… Thread, twine, or more twists, tieing strands set aside for good, useful lengths as linear tying tools holding this or that, to other parts, already, in the frame, weft strung taut, strummed, harpish notes, each string tuned to perfect tension, within our loom's frame, adjusted to the background noise, participating notes unnoticed in the finished goods sent to market. --------------- eh? Commercial quality, y'say? it is naught, it is naught, but the buyer lies. By now, the asking price is paid. What market, who buys my confusing redoing weaving the wishes of me as a boy, into final form, old man, looker into the abyss, and listening, humm of life in the flesh, in the reality you seem to become future real in, stepping away from the well trodden road to riches, landing in one of those engineered ditches, sudden, instant after falling, laughing, glad there was no rain, since, were that superfluity relief never forseen as needful, even essential, to prevent a total washout of roads from ever before to ever after, where when as ever truth does tell it inevitably must rain too much. ------------------------- Epilog Simple Simon met a pieman, Going to the fair; Says Simple Simon to the pieman, "Let me taste your ware." Says the pieman to Simple Simon, "Show me first your penny," Says Simple Simon to the pieman, "Indeed, I have not any." Well, then eat a poem, for truth once paid attention, works like a penny, for simple men wishing but something to chew. Pi, and spinning and wishing all work spells we wish we knew, roundly. E to the nth degree evolves to rest Entheos inspired, empathy aspiring… letting be what must amused remain enthused. Evident bemusement, in the space of time.

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The minister has a large first-aid kit with him -- He knows the devil.

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Aug 22, 2023

Aug 22, 2023 at 3:23 AM UTC

Zywa

[ The minister has ]

The minister has a large first-aid kit with him -- He knows the devil.

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There is a ribbon bound around my heart with a bow, so you know holding every part you thought it was a gift I brought to unwrap and you did without thought and that was that and that there was where it all fell apart at the seam with ease at every cut and part so please if you’re so keen to untie a heart warn of your touch and how clutching ribbon could hurt so much If only I’d been told from the start I’d have used my mind to take hold my heart

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May 16, 2021

May 16, 2021 at 7:25 PM UTC

MyDearPoet

Ribbon

There is a ribbon bound around my heart with a bow, so you know holding every part you thought it was a gift I brought to unwrap and you did without thought and that was that and that there was where it all fell apart at the seam with ease at every cut and part so please if you’re so keen to untie a heart warn of your touch and how clutching ribbon could hurt so much If only I’d been told from the start I’d have used my mind to take hold my heart

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Who am I to question, When hardships befall over me? Let it be a vast circle of bulky mountains, Ensnaring me from all sides. If I fall into a threatening void, A void that gnaws at my soul, And is ravenous for my worn-out soul, That helps me encounter more turbulences. But who am I to question my tolerance of enduring a void that ravens for troubles for me? When my Master, the Beloved of the Almighty, Stated that Muslims are prepared to confront Whatever situation they may face with their faith. With my faith, I can pull myself out of the void, Shove off bulky mountains, because they ain't heavier than my Iman.

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Apr 13, 2021

Apr 13, 2021 at 7:05 AM UTC

Writer_in_Moonlight

Who am I to question?

Who am I to question, When hardships befall over me? Let it be a vast circle of bulky mountains, Ensnaring me from all sides. If I fall into a threatening void, A void that gnaws at my soul, And is ravenous for my worn-out soul, That helps me encounter more turbulences. But who am I to question my tolerance of enduring a void that ravens for troubles for me? When my Master, the Beloved of the Almighty, Stated that Muslims are prepared to confront Whatever situation they may face with their faith. With my faith, I can pull myself out of the void, Shove off bulky mountains, because they ain't heavier than my Iman.

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Every day is new and fresh Every day is different How is your Mindset Every day will bring unique possibilities Every day will become Yesterday How is your Mindset Are you willing to sacrifice one day Are you ready for The Day Are you prepared Ponder what today will bring Brian Hill - 2020 # 4

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Jan 4, 2020

Jan 4, 2020 at 10:15 AM UTC

halfpac11

Mindset

Every day is new and fresh Every day is different How is your Mindset Every day will bring unique possibilities Every day will become Yesterday How is your Mindset Are you willing to sacrifice one day Are you ready for The Day Are you prepared Ponder what today will bring Brian Hill - 2020 # 4

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I’m the queen of overthinking so you have to know that I’m overthinking things each night that goes by, afraid that you must have, or will, changed your mind.

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Oct 8, 2019

Oct 8, 2019 at 11:40 AM UTC

SmileNowSunshine

The world is spinning too fast.

I’m the queen of overthinking so you have to know that I’m overthinking things each night that goes by, afraid that you must have, or will, changed your mind.

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I knew That i would fall for him When i first saw him And at that moment I knew I would get hurt But i didn't mind the pain I didn't mind Killing myself For him He was like a poison to me Something so dangerous Yet I'd risk my life for

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Sep 29, 2019

Sep 29, 2019 at 1:26 PM UTC

NinaSolita

A poison I'd Take

I knew That i would fall for him When i first saw him And at that moment I knew I would get hurt But i didn't mind the pain I didn't mind Killing myself For him He was like a poison to me Something so dangerous Yet I'd risk my life for

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I am perching I am searching Sitting still My mind filled With the vigilance Of a militant Looking to invade By throwing grenades And committing atrocities At a high velocity Yet I'm made to lay and wait My love feels like hate Stuck in this crate It's getting late My feral fate Makes me shake Like the love intake That makes me break When you're raising the stakes I see your fin in the water Moving in for the slaughter Acting like a shark You go dark Like a silent submarine You float near the bottom Your gun is submachine That's how you caught them Now it's my turn For a bullet burn Treat me like a ***** distractor You're a fractured compactor Leaving me partially intact But most of me I lack After your attack I should thank you for taking out the trash But I could've done without the clash Because now I'm just a pile of ash Stuck in a bird cage At an increased age If I become a phoenix and rise It'll be an imprisoned surprise I thought I had prepared Yet now I need repairs When it's my love I share And it's casually broken To be used as a token You must be joking There's no way I could've ever prepared For the fact that no one ever cared

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Nov 30, 2017

Nov 30, 2017 at 5:14 AM UTC

andrew-rueter

Prepared

I am perching I am searching Sitting still My mind filled With the vigilance Of a militant Looking to invade By throwing grenades And committing atrocities At a high velocity Yet I'm made to lay and wait My love feels like hate Stuck in this crate It's getting late My feral fate Makes me shake Like the love intake That makes me break When you're raising the stakes I see your fin in the water Moving in for the slaughter Acting like a shark You go dark Like a silent submarine You float near the bottom Your gun is submachine That's how you caught them Now it's my turn For a bullet burn Treat me like a ***** distractor You're a fractured compactor Leaving me partially intact But most of me I lack After your attack I should thank you for taking out the trash But I could've done without the clash Because now I'm just a pile of ash Stuck in a bird cage At an increased age If I become a phoenix and rise It'll be an imprisoned surprise I thought I had prepared Yet now I need repairs When it's my love I share And it's casually broken To be used as a token You must be joking There's no way I could've ever prepared For the fact that no one ever cared

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It came to me tonight; Today would be the day. No longer would I suffer, no longer would I feel pain. With ambition I climbed on top of the chair, finally ready.

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Oct 20, 2017

Oct 20, 2017 at 1:13 AM UTC

Svode

Today is The Day

It came to me tonight; Today would be the day. No longer would I suffer, no longer would I feel pain. With ambition I climbed on top of the chair, finally ready.

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mostly I am angry that you took everything I gave you I wish you had told me to stop and wash the love off of my hands tenderly you could have told me to stop to stop putting my thoughts into your self to stop painting you over my body over every curve every corner of my brain maybe I could have been more prepared more empty of you by the time you decided to make me leave

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Sep 28, 2017

Sep 28, 2017 at 2:33 PM UTC

sweet-ridicule

mostly

mostly I am angry that you took everything I gave you I wish you had told me to stop and wash the love off of my hands tenderly you could have told me to stop to stop putting my thoughts into your self to stop painting you over my body over every curve every corner of my brain maybe I could have been more prepared more empty of you by the time you decided to make me leave

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By Arcassin Burnham I lack empathy in the roses, Keep the lilies jealous, Would be like this if you would just stop Being portentous, looking at me like would you rather take me Up on that offer, I would not feel lucky to have an apprentice, Or marry your daughter, Your begging for your soul but your soul left, Praying to the lord with your last breath, I'm glad to say I'll leave this building unannounced And full of sin with a capers end and see all of my truths Start to Begin bringing attention to myself but I'm sorrowly slept on, Nobody cares about my words where poetry landed On, When it came to dawn and these perfect places all my enemies shouldn't Be, Forgive and never forget , you places in my memories, should have Murdered me, I'm glad you think it's funny, Glad that I'm a poet, Glad I met the people I met, It showed me to never be thirsty, Glad I'm more of a human than you, Glad I seek peace and love and virtue, Glad that I could see the era of my ways.

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Sep 26, 2016

Sep 26, 2016 at 11:34 AM UTC

arcassin-burnham

Glad

By Arcassin Burnham I lack empathy in the roses, Keep the lilies jealous, Would be like this if you would just stop Being portentous, looking at me like would you rather take me Up on that offer, I would not feel lucky to have an apprentice, Or marry your daughter, Your begging for your soul but your soul left, Praying to the lord with your last breath, I'm glad to say I'll leave this building unannounced And full of sin with a capers end and see all of my truths Start to Begin bringing attention to myself but I'm sorrowly slept on, Nobody cares about my words where poetry landed On, When it came to dawn and these perfect places all my enemies shouldn't Be, Forgive and never forget , you places in my memories, should have Murdered me, I'm glad you think it's funny, Glad that I'm a poet, Glad I met the people I met, It showed me to never be thirsty, Glad I'm more of a human than you, Glad I seek peace and love and virtue, Glad that I could see the era of my ways.

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Exciting Fear filling Thrilling Daunting Am I ready? Will I make it through? Prepared Disorganized Procrastinator Planner What type of person will I be? I haven’t quite yet decided Guess I’ll find out When August comes around The first assignment is given Will I turn it in on time? Is it A worthy? Shy Outgoing Partier Boring Will they like me? Will I be shunned? Time to try something new Change it up Is it worth it? Exciting Fear filling Thrilling Daunting I think I’m ready Is August here yet?

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Mar 15, 2016

Mar 15, 2016 at 9:51 AM UTC

abby-ohara

Am I ready?

Exciting Fear filling Thrilling Daunting Am I ready? Will I make it through? Prepared Disorganized Procrastinator Planner What type of person will I be? I haven’t quite yet decided Guess I’ll find out When August comes around The first assignment is given Will I turn it in on time? Is it A worthy? Shy Outgoing Partier Boring Will they like me? Will I be shunned? Time to try something new Change it up Is it worth it? Exciting Fear filling Thrilling Daunting I think I’m ready Is August here yet?

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my dad would say, I was found under a rock. worse things have happened. there's life down there we forget to see, important work to us all. so maybe I count all the more because of my ***** creepy crawly grunge-eating tiny wet ugly crowded fight-for-survival* origin. I'd say I came to life prepared.

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Mar 19, 2015

Mar 19, 2015 at 11:48 PM UTC

amy-ha

under a rock

my dad would say, I was found under a rock. worse things have happened. there's life down there we forget to see, important work to us all. so maybe I count all the more because of my ***** creepy crawly grunge-eating tiny wet ugly crowded fight-for-survival* origin. I'd say I came to life prepared.

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