Impulsive drones, these machos you have flimflammed,

Wolfing your proportionality like a **** brewed nectar of grapes,

When flimsy limb frills no more interweave, expertise reprogrammed,

Are you the lone from infinite frames murmuring, “once more, he escapes”?

Indignation ******* broadcasted, ferocity wrought into the fiber,

Prior, where narcissistic pathway architecture once lodged aloft,

Calloused acknowledgement of her duffel, abrupt pang, necessity for a prescriber,

My mettle is feeble of the soap opera, hanging one’s topper in my breath, I coughed,

The cauldron perpetually gurgling with spume, mingling itself,

Gyrating with giddiness as if my noggin was a top trinket,

No dust crumbs in any bustle ever jubilated atop my pit-a-patting instrument’s

Masses are anticipating for my enveloping blanket,

I perhaps beam till the cattle wham the timepiece, though seldom do I chuckle,

Shall journey with the ensuing waft, no comma for a buckle.

The clichés are our best advice, but you need to live a tragic example before they set in.

                                                    
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Do what's been on your to-do lists for months, the thing that's been giving you the most the regret. It will be over too fast, and you'll need a new big thing to put off. You'll try to fill a hole with "productivity;" accomplishing more comfort in your mundane routines.

                                                      
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The ubiquitous underbelly of 2024 prevailing ideologies: Nobody wants to feel duped, despite all of them have been flimflammed to high heaven the last ten years (or more).