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Yea of course writing ideas unstoppably
burst asunder at the most inconvenient
opportunities such as driving Miss Daisy,
taking a shower, or using the bathroom.
Accursed ambition becoming a prolific
scrivener (case in point Stephen King)

Woolworth ridding, oddly lumbering
lackadaisically shoehorning out this
being from a self made gully. The jury
yet to decree if attempting to extricate
muss elf from tangled web of decades
old setbacks via literary output successful.

Every morning, noon and night, this chap
blunders, flounder, (like a phish out of water),
yet plod his shipshape reclusive quiet-natured
person along the boulevard of broken dreams.

Oft times, huff hind aye muss elf entering The
Dead Zone (bordering a Pet Sematary). Earlier,
a previous saunter found me surmounting
The Green Mile. Attendant in regard to these
Bag Of Bones, and Desperation to acquire

telephone contact with Cell phone quickens
pace despite Insomnia. No matter unexpected
Sleeping Beauties warrant kisses, my determination,
motivation, and slight trepidation occasionally breeds
(The Dark Half), doomsday facet heftily jackknifing lust.

Occasionally, a feeble goading simply under minds
any corporeal aim to restore endeavor to experience
Joyland. IT (creative juices within spur meeting Rose
Red and her restorative powers. Onward atheistic
soldier goes this chap. No matter tipping point (vis
a vis hungry fatigued body clamors for Needful Things.

Revival (for food and sleep) frequently appears grim.
Downcast state of body, mind and spirit reinforced
by mirage. The Dark Tower looms ahead! Adjacent
to ominous evil looking structure silhouette casted
of a Black House. The initial ambition to ward off
abysmal results summon forth creative literary juices.

Simultaneously a migraine headache pounding pitted LIX.
They hammer horrifically, ferociously, and diabolically.
Shades of shad rock Under The Dome. Ma noggin
aches like The Tommyknockers! Every attempt to locate
a royal crowning coeval counterpart jinxed with laborious
ill luck. Hell in a hand basket plight usually generates
nostalgia for destiny to Carrie be back to Ole Virginny.

Sage advice from Christine, Delores Claiborne, or The
Colorado Kid, yours truly blithely heeded. As a result
(The Outsider within this paperback writer wannabe)
sports defeat written all over face. Concomitant figurative
futility gussies and kickstarts leaving invisible pockmarks.

Ordinary Dreamcatcher fate invariably finds aptly named
Writer Errs Block. Need to back track arises (figuratively)
along vista. The roads have no name. They command
stubborn respect. Near impossible mission manifested
to transcend mental hindrance. This more difficult than
playing Gerald's Game. Hence sigh embrace The Shining

opportunity to avoid Misery. Doctor Sleep would undoubtedly
encourage braving, challenging self confronting The Eyes
Of The Dragon. Such a risky pursuit could force facing pitbull
Cujo. No matter gamble foisted prospect fraught frightfully
being burned at the stake by a Firestarter. Voluntary action

brings small hairs to tingle. Hunchback, sans severely curved
spine straightens. This (The Stand) ding pose offered supreme
vision as promised by The Talisman. Tidbits by me alias
Mr. Mercedes reddit carefully Just in case The Girl Who Loved
Tom Gordon chanced to stumble upon this redoubt versus
her hours spent staring at a blinking cursor. Metaphorical
po' wet ick feet took me where they would.
To love so deeply
To the marrow of our bones;
To have faith in people
You see as home;
Can leave one empty
In the greatest despair;
As if an old man, full of regret
In his rocking chair.
Wishing not to have loved,
But to be one in the same,
As the heartless *****
Whom played only games.
Not sure of anything
Enough to give all,
And harmed every suitor
Once brave enough to call.
Yes life started with another
Can change a man.
Or make him find himself
Gloriously stern and in command.
Never taking more ****.
Never giving a ****.
But now playing the game,
Creating his own luck.
Through will and determination
He'll have respect or they'll pay.
No longer willing to love
Those whom only wanna roll in the hay.
So **** them all,
With my brilliant mind, you see.
And destroy the face of one whom decides to be enemy.
I care not, anymore
About consequences or you.
You'll show some respect,
Or I'll take you to school;
Put you in your place,
The one you've always held.
As the ***** demons
I've committed to hell.
I'm in full control,
I'm capable, you see
To forget that I love you
And make you hurt as me.
I never wanted what you dished out,
But I've save a portion
To multiply and spit out
At you, at him
At the rest of the world
Whom would challenge my patience,
Whom will not honor word.
I'm sick of it all,
The lack of care and respect.
The avoidance of truth
The inability to reflect,
On oneself,
To know the harm
You continually cause others
Without alarm.
You'll learn your lesson,
I'll stand to say.
Or you find me teaching
Every ******* day.
Until you change
Until you've grown
To the place I once was
When I thought you my home.
But I am now as you.
That'll be your cross to bear.
I'll make certain
The next time you'll care.
You've escaped your consequences
From all, thus far.
Try me again
You'll feel all our scars
Heaved heftily upon you,
You lying ****.
You big tittied woman
Whom worships her ***.
There's more to you within
Bit you choose not to share,
But only take
Like all of me, as I sit in stare.
In reality, you took only the worthless;
You, my caring, the wish for you to stay.
Now I wish only respect
Without which, we may both pay.
But I've paid out.
You've hoarded the gold.
I have nothing to lose.
I'm dark, empty and cold.
Mad as hell
Is the rage beneath
That one wrong move
from you
Will release.
You'll find no pity.
I've given it all.
Left with nothing but desire
To see you fall.
Test me. Please do.
You'll see that I've change.
And I'll reflect only you.
A cold and heartless wonder
Of fright and of awe.
A train wreck awaiting
For you to hear the call
"ALL ABOARD!"
dubious churning benevolent altruism

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critically griping knowing personal tidbits xeroxed blithely,

freely jeopardized nuggets (revealed vital), zealously doled

heftily linkedin private treasure trove, (Xfiles breached

flagrant junction mandating righteous validating zero

divulgence heaves lamentable ploy, tellingly xing bald

felonious figurative joyriding, nonchalantly revealing

valuable (Ziegfeld bomb crackling) debacle, heralding

litigious proven, *******, basic foolhardy (Laurel) jack

knifed, networked, rapaciously villainous, zealously dubious,

horrendously lowball practices, thru (Cambridge Analytica)

xy zealots, asininely execrable, intolerantly malignant,

quintessentially ugly, yawningly dastardly, horrendously

lamentable, pathetically treasonous, xtra blameworthy,

fiendishly jawboning, mindlessly paradigm quaking,

unethical yahoo careless gross injustice jangling kow

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preachiness spar!
Sunshine Tibod May 2018
Bumptious
air bag
bloating
inside your head
heftily quivering
like an earthquake
causing a catastrophe
among us
covering casulties
underneath
the shreds.
β˜’ The truest of dead-tested-death-testing proves Robin's dead for sure
β˜’ By 26 August 2014: Robin F. Williams doesn't **** & doesn't snore
β˜’ Showing that his rotting *** is dead because it cannot **** anymore
β˜’ To distance Italians from Sicilian mobsters is a Neapolitan goal,
β˜’ so Italia: inter mummy Rosalia Lombardo to instate her timeless role
β˜’ as the raking gnaw of unholy museum worship exacts a Karmic toll
β˜’ La Repubblica italiana, bury Rosellina Lombardo to honor her soul
β˜’ Meanwhile a counterfeit woman lives as Michelle Obama the man
β˜’ Reeling in big fish, retiring with his husband and living on the land
β˜’ This Michelle Obama's of a neo-femininity heftily counter-manned
β˜’ Wail over the blubber of mercurial fish shrink-wrapped and canned
β˜’ Michelle's ribs are the Chesapeake Bridge over oily water spanned
β˜’ It's worse than what the immigration department doesn't require as
β˜’ the bureaucratic class charges a **** cop grid with a 240 live wire
β˜’ because accordingly Vatican City is the descendant Roman Empire
β˜’ where-from incorporated elites throw Christians on a funereal pyre
β˜’ 1 door-to-door monkey salesman Jim Jones of Jonestown, Guyana
β˜’ Died for the C.I.A. as M.I.5 murdered ex-princess ******* Diana
β˜’ Eerily hear '97's semi auditory disturbance: Tyson bites Holyfield
β˜’ No man in sox denies comforting knowledge of wearing 'em milled
β˜’ Patients scared sacred is the verdict on cells C.D.C.-certified killed
β˜’ set upon para-nucleic structures acidic pathologically-thunk sealed
β˜’ Mercifully a fattened Elvis crapped-out from a bloated heart stilled
β˜’ 2 farmers flea volcanic plains before furrowed meadows are tilled
β˜’ The AcΓ‘mbaro Figures and Kensington Runestone aren't canonical
β˜’ As they're deliberately omitted from all Apocryphal books Biblical
β˜’ Skirts barely below mons veneris calculate lust & lure systematical
β˜’ Seems the totality of items round coax contraband flicks cylindrical
β˜’ Dirt & smudges & wrecks the sea causes, rounded to what's conical
β˜’ The beautiful Teresa Teng sang of β€œAnother rainy day in Nagasaki”
β˜’  I have seen films of her on bikes, on skates but not playing hockey
β˜’ The ease in which legs are compressed & unfolded at the cat house
β˜’ makes me hearken for unstuck Tuesdays at ye olde Erin cork house
β˜’ where fish are skinned like brave men tried in a federal court house
β˜’ while uncracked minds get cracked up at a ****** town crack house
β˜’ Tex & Rita (to Memorex): Die you schizogenetic offering by dawn
β˜’ in the dirt-bag opting of a love stymied beneath an undeterred lawn
β˜’ in starving memory to Dutch: a ray-gun-loving Reagan called Ron,
β˜’ that war-dodging acquaintance of stage-dead mummer **** Shawn
β˜’ whose crap-out was viewed by attending audience as a planned con
β˜’ but alas the gray ******* was, medico-legally, dead and gone
β˜’ To negrita ****** & Albanian trulls & stenographers he's just John
β˜’ Lewis Mumford wasn't motherly as now Mum is his name or 'cause
β˜’ The Myth of the Machine Vol II: The Pentagon of Power was tame
β˜’ Mumford's keen intellect is marginalized and therein lies the shame
β˜’ Finding competent help for a homosexual brain defect ain't so easy
β˜’ with local brain doctors buggering sailors till they're both as queasy
β˜’ as allergists with red noses because allergy tests make them sneezy
β˜’ Many 62-year-olds get a kick out of bowel surgery when it's breezy
β˜’ beneath palms labeled alphabetically: tree w, tree x, tree y & tree z
β˜’ When you date first a date-****** you expect date-**** on first date
β˜’ To love profoundly we must possess an inalienable, intractable hate
β˜’ while a chaste Chaz hefts gobs of food from fridge to stove to plate
β˜’ faster than down hill on oily rails screams a train obese with freight
β˜’ that'll whip mufflers Oprah & Gayle at their queerest galloping gait
β˜’ Without toilet paper, ****** rags would be gay Clint Eastwood's fate
β˜’ as his ***-lovin'-Bohemian-Grove-attending *** needs an **** mate
β˜’ with a deep ****** receptive to bath-house Clint's masochistic trait
β˜’ enhanced by a brutal sadism borne of a splintered Korean War pate
β˜’ he got from a bumpy flight aboard an Army Air Force bomber crate
β˜’ dropping him into Richard E. Byrd's North Pole hollow-Earth state
β˜’ Viceroy Mountbatten was in tall grass fooling with his swollen ****
β˜’ when ****** India emerged from her foreign-imposed-grave-pit rut
β˜’ to absorb a parting partition shot with a death by the thousandth cut
β˜’ in '47 while King George VI could not keep his blabber-mouth shutο»Ώ
β˜’ The truest of dead-tested-death-testing proves Robin's dead for sure
β˜’ By 26 August 2014: Robin F. Williams doesn't **** & doesn't snore
Showing that his rotting *** is dead because it cannot **** anymore
To distance Italians from Sicilian mobsters is a Neapolitan goal,
so Italia: inter mummy Rosalia Lombardo to instate her timeless role
as the raking gnaw of unholy museum worship exacts a Karmic toll
La Repubblica italiana, bury Rosellina Lombardo to honor her soul
Meanwhile a counterfeit woman lives as Michelle Obama the man
Reeling in big fish, retiring with his husband and living on the land
This Michelle Obama's of a neo-femininity heftily counter-manned
Wail over the blubber of mercurial fish shrink-wrapped and canned
Michelle's ribs are the Chesapeake Bridge over oily water spanned
It's worse than what the immigration department doesn't require as
the bureaucratic class charges a **** cop grid with a 240 live wire
because accordingly Vatican City is the descendant Roman Empire
where-from incorporated elites throw Christians on a funereal pyreο»Ώ

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