"nonfictional" poems - Hello Poetry

We are the savages, normalities stand from a distance and secretly admire the domesticated eyeing in envy to our resilience of society's taming shackles so they reject us with pointed accusing fingers forever deemed an unworthy animal. We belong to nature and they're all hunters fully equipped with nonfictional weapons to destroy the wilderness with in poaching our furs and horns only to hold the satisfying idea we are becoming extinct. We believe in something greater its a diamond ring proposal of freedom sparkling in the sunlight of judgment unfazed by starless nights we still shine bright in total darkness becoming a beacon of light to the helpless moths. We are born as nomads of law and principles they want to break us, bind us in rules and regulations take our souls and throw them to the masses of cold blooded creatures they all swim mindlessly in a wonderland of controlled morality but to the hot blooded, these cool waters are foreign forever belonging on land letting our predator instincts be the guide knowing what is right and where to flee when its wrong but they expect us to drown with the rest in the materialistic greed infested river of the world. We will never be broken we are the wild we are self thinkers we are the untouchable spirited winds of the world rebel eyed with our backs against those who have become the thoughtless corps filled with animosity and jealousy we are free and we roam the jungles of prosperity still shining bright, a true savage.

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Nov 13, 2013

Nov 13, 2013 at 6:43 PM UTC

amina-jade

We remain

We are the savages, normalities stand from a distance and secretly admire the domesticated eyeing in envy to our resilience of society's taming shackles so they reject us with pointed accusing fingers forever deemed an unworthy animal. We belong to nature and they're all hunters fully equipped with nonfictional weapons to destroy the wilderness with in poaching our furs and horns only to hold the satisfying idea we are becoming extinct. We believe in something greater its a diamond ring proposal of freedom sparkling in the sunlight of judgment unfazed by starless nights we still shine bright in total darkness becoming a beacon of light to the helpless moths. We are born as nomads of law and principles they want to break us, bind us in rules and regulations take our souls and throw them to the masses of cold blooded creatures they all swim mindlessly in a wonderland of controlled morality but to the hot blooded, these cool waters are foreign forever belonging on land letting our predator instincts be the guide knowing what is right and where to flee when its wrong but they expect us to drown with the rest in the materialistic greed infested river of the world. We will never be broken we are the wild we are self thinkers we are the untouchable spirited winds of the world rebel eyed with our backs against those who have become the thoughtless corps filled with animosity and jealousy we are free and we roam the jungles of prosperity still shining bright, a true savage.

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I lay here feeling warm and a bit sickly Bringing myself back to where I belong In front of a piece of digital papyrus and my fingers caressing the keys And creating life in forms of fiction and nonfictional word play Writing of things I’ve seen, things I’ve done People I know people who have touched my life in one way or another Persons who have decided to leave my life Ah let them go to live their own All is well And I have learned that now I say good bye to the one who made me experience love for the first time I say good bye to the one who makes callous remarks to ones he held dear I say goodbye to the one who acted as superior as they wished they were I say goodbye to the new born youth and wish them luck and my the spirit of life carry you I say good bye to the one whose time I wasted and to them I give an apology as deep as my insecurities for I wish I was stronger to confront them when you were around but at least now you know what makes you happy I say hello to the one who is in the pit of despair as I was but only 2 years ago I say hello to the one who is in a moral quandary not unlike mine all those summers ago And I say hello to the one next door whose footsteps remain to be right behind mine, my dear friend I love you and I shall help you, all of you for you would and have done the same for me And I fall to my knees and bow my head onto the gritty ground in praise of the radiant beauty of the soul that has picked me up and taken me to what seems to be the realm of relief Words cannot express the thanks and worship I have for you I say good morning to the one who brings out the human in me I make lunch for the one who feeds my heart with love so pure and true I will take you where ever you want; you want to be with me That’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard No wait that is your voice so sweet and honest it’s like the blast from the shiny brass trumpet in a jazz jam Oh, my life has been renewed My life has changed Yet again but it has never stopped Nor shall I I will continue to grow and learn and unavoidably get hurt along the way I had what I thought was the most important thing in the universe taken away and completely and utterly destroyed I lost my faith, faith in it, faith in myself, and faith in others Until I saw that nothing had changed I was just facing the wrong way and not listening to my inner self I am now back on the right track and I will fight to make sure nothing derails me

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Dec 29, 2013

Dec 29, 2013 at 3:44 PM UTC

tommy-johnson

Dawn of A Hopeful Tomorrow

I lay here feeling warm and a bit sickly Bringing myself back to where I belong In front of a piece of digital papyrus and my fingers caressing the keys And creating life in forms of fiction and nonfictional word play Writing of things I’ve seen, things I’ve done People I know people who have touched my life in one way or another Persons who have decided to leave my life Ah let them go to live their own All is well And I have learned that now I say good bye to the one who made me experience love for the first time I say good bye to the one who makes callous remarks to ones he held dear I say goodbye to the one who acted as superior as they wished they were I say goodbye to the new born youth and wish them luck and my the spirit of life carry you I say good bye to the one whose time I wasted and to them I give an apology as deep as my insecurities for I wish I was stronger to confront them when you were around but at least now you know what makes you happy I say hello to the one who is in the pit of despair as I was but only 2 years ago I say hello to the one who is in a moral quandary not unlike mine all those summers ago And I say hello to the one next door whose footsteps remain to be right behind mine, my dear friend I love you and I shall help you, all of you for you would and have done the same for me And I fall to my knees and bow my head onto the gritty ground in praise of the radiant beauty of the soul that has picked me up and taken me to what seems to be the realm of relief Words cannot express the thanks and worship I have for you I say good morning to the one who brings out the human in me I make lunch for the one who feeds my heart with love so pure and true I will take you where ever you want; you want to be with me That’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard No wait that is your voice so sweet and honest it’s like the blast from the shiny brass trumpet in a jazz jam Oh, my life has been renewed My life has changed Yet again but it has never stopped Nor shall I I will continue to grow and learn and unavoidably get hurt along the way I had what I thought was the most important thing in the universe taken away and completely and utterly destroyed I lost my faith, faith in it, faith in myself, and faith in others Until I saw that nothing had changed I was just facing the wrong way and not listening to my inner self I am now back on the right track and I will fight to make sure nothing derails me

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a lot of things are a great inspiration to me so many things catch my eye and make my heart swell like i've never felt it swell before, feeling as if though maybe it'll just rip itself right out of my chest perhaps i'm just too over emotional, because i'll catch myself tearing up at the littlest thing that makes me feel like **** maybe i can be better than i am no **** that, i know i can" or even if it's just a movie about a kid named hiccup who shows that he's better than all of that **** to save a friend and show the world that there's more than just this man, i'll just be a baby in tears, holding myself in a blanket "thank god there's people like that" great fictional people, that i admire more than anything and then other great nonfictional people that do such amazing things with their amazing words and the power of their voice never before have i been so inspired watching youtube videos while i sit on my *** and imagine a better me in a better place. i get caught up in the hype and i never push myself to get to where i want to go and that's the downside of the major inspiration shot leaving me buzzed for hours so that i can't even catch a wink of sleep lying in bed staring at the christmas lights that i've hung in the room strands of the string already dying because christmas joy isn't meant to be left up all year round where is the joy in the sparkling colours if it's always there to see the disaster and sadness is a constant need in everyones life to help push the young dreamer off of the deflating air mattress stressing to her that this isn't all there is but first things first is to get out there and remember the old cliche that if there's no pain there is no gain in the end. so what if i had an awful childhood and i drew the short straw and got the dysfunctional family that has left me with some serious daddy issues that, **** maybe i won't ever get over but **** it if i'm going to let it go to me, and **** it if i dated a boy that didn't give a **** about me that he gave me a broken heart and stomped all over my feelings even though i turned around and did the same to another boy down the line well how about that it just went full circle, and i know i'll have those days where it hurts to even get out of bed but i do it to get where i want to reaching my hands out for the better day that i know is just around the corner.

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Mar 10, 2013

Mar 10, 2013 at 10:15 PM UTC

macachist

hard lemonade

a lot of things are a great inspiration to me so many things catch my eye and make my heart swell like i've never felt it swell before, feeling as if though maybe it'll just rip itself right out of my chest perhaps i'm just too over emotional, because i'll catch myself tearing up at the littlest thing that makes me feel like **** maybe i can be better than i am no **** that, i know i can" or even if it's just a movie about a kid named hiccup who shows that he's better than all of that **** to save a friend and show the world that there's more than just this man, i'll just be a baby in tears, holding myself in a blanket "thank god there's people like that" great fictional people, that i admire more than anything and then other great nonfictional people that do such amazing things with their amazing words and the power of their voice never before have i been so inspired watching youtube videos while i sit on my *** and imagine a better me in a better place. i get caught up in the hype and i never push myself to get to where i want to go and that's the downside of the major inspiration shot leaving me buzzed for hours so that i can't even catch a wink of sleep lying in bed staring at the christmas lights that i've hung in the room strands of the string already dying because christmas joy isn't meant to be left up all year round where is the joy in the sparkling colours if it's always there to see the disaster and sadness is a constant need in everyones life to help push the young dreamer off of the deflating air mattress stressing to her that this isn't all there is but first things first is to get out there and remember the old cliche that if there's no pain there is no gain in the end. so what if i had an awful childhood and i drew the short straw and got the dysfunctional family that has left me with some serious daddy issues that, **** maybe i won't ever get over but **** it if i'm going to let it go to me, and **** it if i dated a boy that didn't give a **** about me that he gave me a broken heart and stomped all over my feelings even though i turned around and did the same to another boy down the line well how about that it just went full circle, and i know i'll have those days where it hurts to even get out of bed but i do it to get where i want to reaching my hands out for the better day that i know is just around the corner.

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I've been quiet for a season Like the dormancy of winter Yet I am quite longing for growth of a revolutionary spring To rise up from my deep hibernation To bring those tales that beg to take form The empty screen is longing To become filled with poetic messages And works of fictional and nonfictional tales These fingers itching to type words To bring them to full fruition This mind is more than willing Like a bloom ready to unfold its intricate petals To spill forth its secrets Hearing the call Fidgety to the poking Feeling the hunger Responding to the mighty urge I cannot stop that grumbling murmur within That has fell into slumber The reawakening in my soul, stirring Me into action So I write, again

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Oct 20, 2014

Oct 20, 2014 at 2:26 PM UTC

dorothy-anderson

Wanting....

I've been quiet for a season Like the dormancy of winter Yet I am quite longing for growth of a revolutionary spring To rise up from my deep hibernation To bring those tales that beg to take form The empty screen is longing To become filled with poetic messages And works of fictional and nonfictional tales These fingers itching to type words To bring them to full fruition This mind is more than willing Like a bloom ready to unfold its intricate petals To spill forth its secrets Hearing the call Fidgety to the poking Feeling the hunger Responding to the mighty urge I cannot stop that grumbling murmur within That has fell into slumber The reawakening in my soul, stirring Me into action So I write, again

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tell me something, like how it feels when we finally kiss after a huge fight. how the cold wind rushes past cheeks flushed red from the warmth of liquor. we said so many things when we were upset. I barely remember why. I do remember the smooth brush of your stubble as you'd nuzzle against me. And making love in the kitchen, the smell of homemade tomato sauce still lingering. Pounds upon pounds in my pockets after a night out on the town. drinking cider, drinking red stripe, drinking wine til I cry. All those things we said when we stayed in bed. Exchange a glance. have a tumble til our bellies rumble. This is a nonfictional romance.

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Sep 27, 2015

Sep 27, 2015 at 6:29 PM UTC

circa-1994

lil bub and sweet baboo

tell me something, like how it feels when we finally kiss after a huge fight. how the cold wind rushes past cheeks flushed red from the warmth of liquor. we said so many things when we were upset. I barely remember why. I do remember the smooth brush of your stubble as you'd nuzzle against me. And making love in the kitchen, the smell of homemade tomato sauce still lingering. Pounds upon pounds in my pockets after a night out on the town. drinking cider, drinking red stripe, drinking wine til I cry. All those things we said when we stayed in bed. Exchange a glance. have a tumble til our bellies rumble. This is a nonfictional romance.

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And she lost her appetite For books, They failed her the world they had Promised in their Nonfictional narratives: the theory Of Politics, the magnanimity of History, the golden outlines of Economics she felt so proud to Have touched on her fingertips; In times gone by, She could see they pivoted. She had no use for Empty things anymore; Casual walks, casual reading Casual coffee, casual *** That the world glorified and lied; Her rigid mind used profanity Against whatever was termed Casual! Casual was disturbing, blinding, addicting, Accountable for everything that Became usual, by the book! She used to devour books once-- Word by word, space by space, Page after page, Chewing softly on the paper Breaking down to its last molecule, Until she could taste the wood pulp In her mouth; She savoured the taste of the dead Trees on her tongue And it edged sharper, her mind Wiser, she bustier! But the butchers caught her Poetry in their poultry of unreal Policies in no time, they farmed Her brains and she bled profusely! And the world watched and shrugged Casually! She sold her soul that smelled like Papier-mâché and the butchers Could see its potential in the gleam Of their Knives of the dark; She burnt her books to make some Light and saw Through her burning flesh, Other meats appeared to take her place..

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Aug 22, 2019

Aug 22, 2019 at 6:05 AM UTC

Semi-insomniac

Burning Books and Burning Tongues

And she lost her appetite For books, They failed her the world they had Promised in their Nonfictional narratives: the theory Of Politics, the magnanimity of History, the golden outlines of Economics she felt so proud to Have touched on her fingertips; In times gone by, She could see they pivoted. She had no use for Empty things anymore; Casual walks, casual reading Casual coffee, casual *** That the world glorified and lied; Her rigid mind used profanity Against whatever was termed Casual! Casual was disturbing, blinding, addicting, Accountable for everything that Became usual, by the book! She used to devour books once-- Word by word, space by space, Page after page, Chewing softly on the paper Breaking down to its last molecule, Until she could taste the wood pulp In her mouth; She savoured the taste of the dead Trees on her tongue And it edged sharper, her mind Wiser, she bustier! But the butchers caught her Poetry in their poultry of unreal Policies in no time, they farmed Her brains and she bled profusely! And the world watched and shrugged Casually! She sold her soul that smelled like Papier-mâché and the butchers Could see its potential in the gleam Of their Knives of the dark; She burnt her books to make some Light and saw Through her burning flesh, Other meats appeared to take her place..

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Such adhesive slugs to **** the blood of advocate beings, Amiss extinct classiness, None more is around!!! Industry smokestacks line the insubordinate intellectuals, Where perpetuals deal!!!! Irritable bowels rumble, Tumble to irriversable steel!!! Kidnapper of kinded phenomenals, Journals to all biographies, Juvenile junction games of fallen pained dominoes!!! Tallons sharper than tatted guns, Wherein spears go through thy side, To draweth out thine unholy water!!!! Sunglassed bringer of right and wrong, Fiction has been dusked to nonfictional hostile!! No komonoed kitten here purs, No lamb to be put for all to gather!!! No one may lather when none comes around.... No landmark amazement, No mountainous town, No linience, None remembrance abounds to fulfill light footed doers!!! The pagination of this story counterclocks distant ships emmersed stations, Where some wherein are strange, Where the faces you see are painted!!!! All love, No hatred!!! Doth thou ask for a captains ship? Or a tribal slaves boat? Which part wilt thou sail among the islands of thy own kind!!!!!

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May 21, 2015

May 21, 2015 at 8:34 AM UTC

brandon-nagley

slave or king the boat shall bring!!!!!

Such adhesive slugs to **** the blood of advocate beings, Amiss extinct classiness, None more is around!!! Industry smokestacks line the insubordinate intellectuals, Where perpetuals deal!!!! Irritable bowels rumble, Tumble to irriversable steel!!! Kidnapper of kinded phenomenals, Journals to all biographies, Juvenile junction games of fallen pained dominoes!!! Tallons sharper than tatted guns, Wherein spears go through thy side, To draweth out thine unholy water!!!! Sunglassed bringer of right and wrong, Fiction has been dusked to nonfictional hostile!! No komonoed kitten here purs, No lamb to be put for all to gather!!! No one may lather when none comes around.... No landmark amazement, No mountainous town, No linience, None remembrance abounds to fulfill light footed doers!!! The pagination of this story counterclocks distant ships emmersed stations, Where some wherein are strange, Where the faces you see are painted!!!! All love, No hatred!!! Doth thou ask for a captains ship? Or a tribal slaves boat? Which part wilt thou sail among the islands of thy own kind!!!!!

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Author. Nothing his radar Escapes. All things he knows, Even the wind that blows. All gods ere him stoop, bowing Together to the majesty in Heaven's realm. Great his manifold Wonders. Excellent every craft And work of his hand. The world Whole waltz upon his golden cart. Man, the opus of his creation: The only in his image cast. Unequalled in form and fashion-- From his first to his last. Nought exits that was uncreated; Nonfictional be the Genesis' account. Scores of theories scientists great invented-- All, Scripture and faith, does discount. In awe stand: the Alpha hail; laud the Omega.

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May 23, 2013

May 23, 2013 at 3:20 AM UTC

folorunsho-obalugemo

Man, the Opus

Author. Nothing his radar Escapes. All things he knows, Even the wind that blows. All gods ere him stoop, bowing Together to the majesty in Heaven's realm. Great his manifold Wonders. Excellent every craft And work of his hand. The world Whole waltz upon his golden cart. Man, the opus of his creation: The only in his image cast. Unequalled in form and fashion-- From his first to his last. Nought exits that was uncreated; Nonfictional be the Genesis' account. Scores of theories scientists great invented-- All, Scripture and faith, does discount. In awe stand: the Alpha hail; laud the Omega.

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Such adhesive slugs to **** the blood of advocate beings Amiss extinct classiness No more is around Industry smokestacks line the insubordinate intellectuals Wherein perpetuals deal!!! Irritable bowels Grumble Tumble To irreversible steel!!! Kidnapper of kindred phenomenals Journals to all biographies Juvenile junction Games of fallen pained dominoes Tallons sharper than tatted guns Wherein spears go through thy side To draw out Thy unholy water!!! Sunglassed bringer Of right and wrong Fictions been dusked To nonfictional jostle!!!! No kimonoed kitten here purs!!! No lamb to be put For all to gather!!!! No one may lather When no one comes around... No landmark amazement No mountainous town.... No lenience No rememberance abound to fulfill Light footed doers!!! The pagination of this story Counter-clocks distant solar immersed stations!!! Where some are strange Where faces are painted All love No hatred!!!! Doth thou ask for captains ship? Or a tribal slaves boat? Which part wilt thou sail amongst? Island's of thy own kind!!!!!

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Jun 9, 2015

Jun 9, 2015 at 5:01 PM UTC

brandon-nagley

Slave or king thy boat shalt bring

Such adhesive slugs to **** the blood of advocate beings Amiss extinct classiness No more is around Industry smokestacks line the insubordinate intellectuals Wherein perpetuals deal!!! Irritable bowels Grumble Tumble To irreversible steel!!! Kidnapper of kindred phenomenals Journals to all biographies Juvenile junction Games of fallen pained dominoes Tallons sharper than tatted guns Wherein spears go through thy side To draw out Thy unholy water!!! Sunglassed bringer Of right and wrong Fictions been dusked To nonfictional jostle!!!! No kimonoed kitten here purs!!! No lamb to be put For all to gather!!!! No one may lather When no one comes around... No landmark amazement No mountainous town.... No lenience No rememberance abound to fulfill Light footed doers!!! The pagination of this story Counter-clocks distant solar immersed stations!!! Where some are strange Where faces are painted All love No hatred!!!! Doth thou ask for captains ship? Or a tribal slaves boat? Which part wilt thou sail amongst? Island's of thy own kind!!!!!

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Jan 20, 2015

Jan 20, 2015 at 8:22 PM UTC

Highway chasin', lotto cashin Stashin' out the vehicles to the homies Girl cheating but I still answer the call I can block her but she can't stand me I just relapsed, coincidentally my phone tapped. Take a seat on his lap, making him proud; clap clap Paper chasin', police statin', Mom fainting in the living room we fight, awake she says im loved She the key to m heart When the Glass Shatters, It never Matters 'Cept when you need a fix tomorrow Looking through the blinds of homes, forgetting the items you 'tole. Story be told, I'm made of gold. Uncut, Original Lucky, Nonfictional We busted from the frictions No rubbers, but I stutter when I lie

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Jan 12, 2018

Jan 12, 2018 at 8:31 AM UTC

razzleberry

Venting

Highway chasin', lotto cashin Stashin' out the vehicles to the homies Girl cheating but I still answer the call I can block her but she can't stand me I just relapsed, coincidentally my phone tapped. Take a seat on his lap, making him proud; clap clap Paper chasin', police statin', Mom fainting in the living room we fight, awake she says im loved She the key to m heart When the Glass Shatters, It never Matters 'Cept when you need a fix tomorrow Looking through the blinds of homes, forgetting the items you 'tole. Story be told, I'm made of gold. Uncut, Original Lucky, Nonfictional We busted from the frictions No rubbers, but I stutter when I lie

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my healthy body, mind and spirit triage progression, initially sans just an innocuous psychotic spur severe psychoneurotic manifestations didst rupture whence me childhood's end as a psychological postfracture catastrophically highjacking (via overpressure) donned with gay incognito vis a vis sans tartan Scottish Harris (Boss) tweed welcome mat plain as day affliction obvious nondisclosure whip saw mental health pubescent misadventure with deleterious, hellacious, and lecherous mailer daemons indelibly etched within mine kempf nightmare nonfictional sigh hick locust plague odious autobiographical literature at that perilous juncture when all of a sudden onslaught germinated feelings deeply rooted finding shattered, leveled, and fractured flintstone bedrock viz yours truly insecure pestilential, kickstarted littoral heretical, diabolical pernicious, insidious, and avaricious cerebral heady hot house embedded, fixated, grafted "horticulture" sowed "Kudzu" tendrils analogous to Oriental gravure immune to organizing, strangling, wrangling foreclosure, essentially usurping, torquing, stagnating, rotting prepubescent healthy development.

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Jan 31, 2018

Jan 31, 2018 at 2:53 PM UTC

matthew-scott-harris2p

Obsessive Compulsive Disorder Capstone To Joyous Boyhood

my healthy body, mind and spirit triage progression, initially sans just an innocuous psychotic spur severe psychoneurotic manifestations didst rupture whence me childhood's end as a psychological postfracture catastrophically highjacking (via overpressure) donned with gay incognito vis a vis sans tartan Scottish Harris (Boss) tweed welcome mat plain as day affliction obvious nondisclosure whip saw mental health pubescent misadventure with deleterious, hellacious, and lecherous mailer daemons indelibly etched within mine kempf nightmare nonfictional sigh hick locust plague odious autobiographical literature at that perilous juncture when all of a sudden onslaught germinated feelings deeply rooted finding shattered, leveled, and fractured flintstone bedrock viz yours truly insecure pestilential, kickstarted littoral heretical, diabolical pernicious, insidious, and avaricious cerebral heady hot house embedded, fixated, grafted "horticulture" sowed "Kudzu" tendrils analogous to Oriental gravure immune to organizing, strangling, wrangling foreclosure, essentially usurping, torquing, stagnating, rotting prepubescent healthy development.

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