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I've known an extraordinary lady,                 'Cause I wrote poems in HP,                                                         Well, I thank HP a lot,                                                 That I have the opportunity,                                        To know a person like her!                 And found out  we have the same nationality, Not only that, she write these exceptional and amazing poems!!           I was overwhelmed!                 And blithesomely chatted her,                             She replied, We have a good talk,                  I was so broken into splinters those times,              I could hardly remember the throe,         But her words glare brightest in my heart, She inspired me,          With the hurting truth,                    Well, I knew truth hurts, Then we always chat,     We exchange phone numbers,                  And texting even not in HP, 'Cause I knew she is so much busy, But I'm still texting her telling,                      "I'M SO GLAD TO BE Your FRIEND." And that, "Ohayou Gozaimasu, konnichiwa & konnbanwa"              "Kiotsukete kudasai Roan-chan!" Oh yeah!            We love Japan, and their language,                  That made me love her even more.                        (Love as friend okay?!)     We exchange google+ & fb,         And saw her angelic face,             Scattering over her timeline,                  I saw a beautiful soul,                        Dancing and gleaming inside of her,       She's indeed a very good friend,                              When I have heartaches and tribulations,                                      I share her my pain and sorrows, She's like the sun in the noon time,                   Heating me up with her love and care,                     But even though I have not met her personally,                 I knew for sure that I'm so much blessed,             To know such a golden spirit,                               Such rare being in the amidst, And I do knew,                              That God will lead us together,                          To spend time personally as friends, Together with Ma'am Sally,                         As what she told me,           "We should have this ~poetess date~ " How I long for that day! I really pray to God,                       *That He will give you,                          The best of the life,*    *Give you good health,           To continue enjoying life to it's fullest,* *To have many more birthdays to come,                  For you to see more,       Of the beauty of God's creation,*                             *And to find,                      That very right man,             That your heart longs to find,                 For quiet elongated time.* *I pray also,           That you will remain,                  To be light to all people,*             *And be that very good friend, Everyone longs for,* In this beautiful day,                    I pray you will be the happiest person alive,                             And celebrate this marvelous day,                                           God had given you.       "Maligayang Kaarawan Aking Kaibigan."                    © Earl Jane                             ♥ E.J.C.S.
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Jul 7, 2015
Jul 7, 2015 at 7:44 PM UTC
Otanjōbi Omedetō Gozaimasu, ROAN-CHAN!
I've known an extraordinary lady,                 'Cause I wrote poems in HP,                                                         Well, I thank HP a lot,                                                 That I have the opportunity,                                        To know a person like her!                 And found out  we have the same nationality, Not only that, she write these exceptional and amazing poems!!           I was overwhelmed!                 And blithesomely chatted her,                             She replied, We have a good talk,                  I was so broken into splinters those times,              I could hardly remember the throe,         But her words glare brightest in my heart, She inspired me,          With the hurting truth,                    Well, I knew truth hurts, Then we always chat,     We exchange phone numbers,                  And texting even not in HP, 'Cause I knew she is so much busy, But I'm still texting her telling,                      "I'M SO GLAD TO BE Your FRIEND." And that, "Ohayou Gozaimasu, konnichiwa & konnbanwa"              "Kiotsukete kudasai Roan-chan!" Oh yeah!            We love Japan, and their language,                  That made me love her even more.                        (Love as friend okay?!)     We exchange google+ & fb,         And saw her angelic face,             Scattering over her timeline,                  I saw a beautiful soul,                        Dancing and gleaming inside of her,       She's indeed a very good friend,                              When I have heartaches and tribulations,                                      I share her my pain and sorrows, She's like the sun in the noon time,                   Heating me up with her love and care,                     But even though I have not met her personally,                 I knew for sure that I'm so much blessed,             To know such a golden spirit,                               Such rare being in the amidst, And I do knew,                              That God will lead us together,                          To spend time personally as friends, Together with Ma'am Sally,                         As what she told me,           "We should have this ~poetess date~ " How I long for that day! I really pray to God,                       *That He will give you,                          The best of the life,*    *Give you good health,           To continue enjoying life to it's fullest,* *To have many more birthdays to come,                  For you to see more,       Of the beauty of God's creation,*                             *And to find,                      That very right man,             That your heart longs to find,                 For quiet elongated time.* *I pray also,           That you will remain,                  To be light to all people,*             *And be that very good friend, Everyone longs for,* In this beautiful day,                    I pray you will be the happiest person alive,                             And celebrate this marvelous day,                                           God had given you.       "Maligayang Kaarawan Aking Kaibigan."                    © Earl Jane                             ♥ E.J.C.S.
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The wheel of the quivering meat conception Turns in the void expelling human beings, Pigs, turtles, frogs, insects, nits, Mice, lice, lizards, rats, roan Racinghorses, poxy bucolic pigtics, Horrible unnameable lice of vultures, Murderous attacking dog-armies Of Africa, Rhinos roaming in the jungle, Vast boars and huge gigantic bull Elephants, rams, eagles, condors, Pones and Porcupines and Pills- All the endless conception of living beings Gnashing everywhere in Consciousness Throughout the ten directions of space Occupying all the quarters in & out, From supermicroscopic no-bug To huge Galaxy Lightyear Bowell Illuminating the sky of one Mind- Poor! I wish I was free of that slaving meat wheel and safe in heaven dead.
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211th Chorus
Distance traveled time spent's dynamic progressiveness, existentially transcendental's clairaudience clairvoyance.  Metaphysical mystique’s  evolutionally metamorphic futurity's fatidic incarnate.  Due yesterday’s retrospectively retroactive.  Protractive analyses' dimensional delineations.  Enigma entity’s dexterously tactile acuity and coordinated agility on the identity crisis.  Cerebral cortex’s ****** matrix to synaptic syntax semantics.  Prospectus perplexity surreally sublime.  Quagmire quandary’s poshly plush.  Who am I to think I can conception of the infinite supply?  Even the syntactics of eclectic synectics pale by compare to the atrociously impetuous impudence in pugnaciously audacious.  Impromptu innuendo's juncture.   Imagination’s immaturities are psychic clarity’s entelechy to evolutional tenants élan vital.  Fiduciary principle's financially responsible fiscal policies.   Mercenary mendacity's plenary plenipotentiary.  Innocuous noumenal verity, mystic symbiotic’s chicanery dynamism fealties.  Proximity parameter’s perimeter peripherals, vicinity victuals to vigilante villain,   propinquity habitation’s harbingers of harangued.  The question remains on the tribal:  how can I stand next to the person I’m standing next to if I’m carrying on right through them.  It’s the trajectory extant in spatiotemporal's telemetry tactician.  Well graspy greedy on the stingy frugal to mingy minion and paw flaw laws claws on it.  Get a glove, objectified manifest’s diminutive minutia iota’s of self-inductive interstitial extrapolation.  Detinue perfective.  Traveling down this obtusely overt contusion in my vehicular contrivance convection convolution.  Nimbus nimiety exorcism’s aura roan to rainbow mare.  Unicorn railway nails.  Swarthy ******** swath swizzles on the sweaty swelter swerve to verve.
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May 28, 2019
May 28, 2019 at 12:10 PM UTC
Astral Projection's Existential Hubris
Distance traveled time spent's dynamic progressiveness, existentially transcendental's clairaudience clairvoyance.  Metaphysical mystique’s  evolutionally metamorphic futurity's fatidic incarnate.  Due yesterday’s retrospectively retroactive.  Protractive analyses' dimensional delineations.  Enigma entity’s dexterously tactile acuity and coordinated agility on the identity crisis.  Cerebral cortex’s ****** matrix to synaptic syntax semantics.  Prospectus perplexity surreally sublime.  Quagmire quandary’s poshly plush.  Who am I to think I can conception of the infinite supply?  Even the syntactics of eclectic synectics pale by compare to the atrociously impetuous impudence in pugnaciously audacious.  Impromptu innuendo's juncture.   Imagination’s immaturities are psychic clarity’s entelechy to evolutional tenants élan vital.  Fiduciary principle's financially responsible fiscal policies.   Mercenary mendacity's plenary plenipotentiary.  Innocuous noumenal verity, mystic symbiotic’s chicanery dynamism fealties.  Proximity parameter’s perimeter peripherals, vicinity victuals to vigilante villain,   propinquity habitation’s harbingers of harangued.  The question remains on the tribal:  how can I stand next to the person I’m standing next to if I’m carrying on right through them.  It’s the trajectory extant in spatiotemporal's telemetry tactician.  Well graspy greedy on the stingy frugal to mingy minion and paw flaw laws claws on it.  Get a glove, objectified manifest’s diminutive minutia iota’s of self-inductive interstitial extrapolation.  Detinue perfective.  Traveling down this obtusely overt contusion in my vehicular contrivance convection convolution.  Nimbus nimiety exorcism’s aura roan to rainbow mare.  Unicorn railway nails.  Swarthy ******** swath swizzles on the sweaty swelter swerve to verve.
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Laboriously beleaguering hypercritically meticulous hypotaxis apomixis strive Rainbow mare aura roan exude emote derive Syntactical propinquity habitation harbinger harangue stoic hive Colloquialism vernaculars prurient adage jargon idiom clichés jive Mirador bartizan panorama stalwart bastion bulwark tableau live Canny cleaver crafty cunning furtive sneaky stealthy connive Poignant cogent piquant ephemeral effulgence  temporal refraction arrive Paradoxical dichotomy greaves gauntlets gamut catalyst abstracts survive Hectic mayhem , proximity parameter perimeter peripherals , annihilate rive Zingy zesty zany zenithal azimuth entity zeal alive
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Jan 13, 2013
Jan 13, 2013 at 9:11 PM UTC
Contiguity Continuities
~~♡~~♥~~♡~~ *"Hush little baby, don't you cry, mama's here for you only and tomorrow she will buy all the pretty little ponies black and brown tan and roan all the pretty little ponies" lullaby sung by my mother when I was a child* there I lay at end of the day safe in my mother's arms she had a voice so soft and low I succumbed to its charms I don't remember her grey eyes so full of care and pain I recall her dear soft breast and those sweet refrains later on in life I found she was very ill mood swings plagued her all her days and then they had no pill. she was not a stable mom she was always up or down but she tried the best she could when she was around I won't forget her lilting voice though she was in despair she made those ponies twirl and dance to show her child she cared. soulsurvivor 2/7/2015
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Feb 7, 2015
Feb 7, 2015 at 9:29 AM UTC
lullaby
My soul whispered a secret to my heart, It spoke of spilled blood upon a rose, Rouged lips within the garden, Drops of crimson liquid blush. [CHORUS] Nature’s beloved colour is green, So red speaks of originality, Blood is a passion, Scarlet bleeding from thy own, A claret sun dawning beyond, Sanguine stained skies. When the little cardinal sings sweetly, A doorway opens I never chose, Visions of a bloodshot key, A lock rusted with dried blood. A glimpse through the keyhole, A pale forest awaits on the other side, Showers of cherry blossoms, Falling upon the snow. Red berries bloom under crystal snow, Glints of sunlight touch down, Sparks of fire captured within, Just beyond this rubicund door. [CHORUS] The dreams I am allowed, Burn and scar my will, When the door swings open, Of its own accord. Damask petals on the wind. How warm and gentle that spray of blood, Like a hundred tender kisses, And the golden keys to Heaven. I glimpsed the gules of true heraldry, A suffused spirit at the dawn of memory, Imprisoned by a cage of vermillion frost, Warmed by a glass of spiced wine. [CHORUS] A roseate palace at the end of a long walk, Painted titian by my tear drops, Caress a florid complexion, Carmine not my own. Roan stones dusted, By the fall of Angels light, Make-believe incarnadine carpet of, A mirrored auburn dusk. I settle back into the maroon night, The darkness flushed by concealed art, Bay canvas touched-up with unreal imagery, Indifferent to the passing of my former life. [CHORUS] Rubies fall from ruddy clouds, These gems are not for me, Reddened glass has come to pass, The moment of my undoing. [PAUSE (Epilogue)] Red is not for me, Red was not meant to be...
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May 24, 2014
May 24, 2014 at 10:32 PM UTC
Song of the Rococo
My soul whispered a secret to my heart, It spoke of spilled blood upon a rose, Rouged lips within the garden, Drops of crimson liquid blush. [CHORUS] Nature’s beloved colour is green, So red speaks of originality, Blood is a passion, Scarlet bleeding from thy own, A claret sun dawning beyond, Sanguine stained skies. When the little cardinal sings sweetly, A doorway opens I never chose, Visions of a bloodshot key, A lock rusted with dried blood. A glimpse through the keyhole, A pale forest awaits on the other side, Showers of cherry blossoms, Falling upon the snow. Red berries bloom under crystal snow, Glints of sunlight touch down, Sparks of fire captured within, Just beyond this rubicund door. [CHORUS] The dreams I am allowed, Burn and scar my will, When the door swings open, Of its own accord. Damask petals on the wind. How warm and gentle that spray of blood, Like a hundred tender kisses, And the golden keys to Heaven. I glimpsed the gules of true heraldry, A suffused spirit at the dawn of memory, Imprisoned by a cage of vermillion frost, Warmed by a glass of spiced wine. [CHORUS] A roseate palace at the end of a long walk, Painted titian by my tear drops, Caress a florid complexion, Carmine not my own. Roan stones dusted, By the fall of Angels light, Make-believe incarnadine carpet of, A mirrored auburn dusk. I settle back into the maroon night, The darkness flushed by concealed art, Bay canvas touched-up with unreal imagery, Indifferent to the passing of my former life. [CHORUS] Rubies fall from ruddy clouds, These gems are not for me, Reddened glass has come to pass, The moment of my undoing. [PAUSE (Epilogue)] Red is not for me, Red was not meant to be...
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Ramble shamble gamble preamble .      Wild child dialed beguiled .         Crawl small ; fall tall ; wall all ; mall brawl doll you all .         Black sack fact track Jack smack wack maniac pack .  Back hack , knack       flack , lack kayak rack tack .         Phone roan tone zone bone hone ; drone known . Own moan loan .          Talk rock ; gawk hawk ; shock lock ; **** dock ; balk , stalk walk .        Bristling gristle glimmer glisten .        Quaint paint saint feint aint .            Expressed suppressed repressed biased .            Ecstatic emphatic fanatic .            Lecherous treacherous .            Obtuse abstruse .               Whirl curl ; hurl furl .                                  Test west quest ; jest guessed ; blessed best crest behest .  Conquest ,             invest zest ; rest nest .            Cohort cavort .  Gulch mulch .             Raven haven saven braven .
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Jan 22, 2013
Jan 22, 2013 at 5:46 AM UTC
Wield Wile
Distance traveled time spent's dynamic progressiveness, existentially transcendental's clairaudience clairvoyance. Metaphysical mystique’s evolutionally metamorphic futurity's fatidic incarnate. Due yesterday’s retrospectively retroactive. Protractive analysis' dimensional delineation. Enigma entity’s dexterously tactile acuity and coordinated agility on the identity crisis. Cerebral cortex’s ****** matrix to synaptic syntax semantics. Prospectus perplexity surreally sublime. Quagmire quandary’s poshly plush. Who am I to think I can conception of the infinite supply? Even the syntactics of eclectic synectics pale by compare to the atrociously impetuous impudence in pugnaciously audacious. Impromptu innuendo's juncture. Imagination’s immaturities are psychic clarity’s entelechy to evolutional tenants élan vital. Fiduciary principle's financially responsible fiscal policies. Mercenary mendacity's plenary plenipotentiary. Innocuous noumenal verity, mystic symbiotic’s chicanery dynamism fealties. Proximity parameter’s perimeter peripherals, vicinity victuals to vigilante villain, propinquity habitation’s harbingers of harangued. The question remains on the tribal: how can I stand next to the person I’m standing next to if I’m carrying on right through them. It’s the trajectory extant in spatiotemporal's telemetry tactician. Well graspy greedy on the stingy frugal to mingy minion and paw flaw laws claws on it. Get a glove, objectified manifest’s diminutive minutia iota’s of self-inductive interstitial extrapolation. Detinue perfective. Traveling down this obtusely overt contusion in my vehicular contrivance convection convolution. Nimbus nimiety exorcism’s aura roan to rainbow mare. Unicorn railway nails. Swarthy swastica swath swizzles on the sweaty swelter swerve to verve.
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May 6, 2016
May 6, 2016 at 10:57 PM UTC
Astral Projection's Existential Hubris
Distance traveled time spent's dynamic progressiveness, existentially transcendental's clairaudience clairvoyance. Metaphysical mystique’s evolutionally metamorphic futurity's fatidic incarnate. Due yesterday’s retrospectively retroactive. Protractive analysis' dimensional delineation. Enigma entity’s dexterously tactile acuity and coordinated agility on the identity crisis. Cerebral cortex’s ****** matrix to synaptic syntax semantics. Prospectus perplexity surreally sublime. Quagmire quandary’s poshly plush. Who am I to think I can conception of the infinite supply? Even the syntactics of eclectic synectics pale by compare to the atrociously impetuous impudence in pugnaciously audacious. Impromptu innuendo's juncture. Imagination’s immaturities are psychic clarity’s entelechy to evolutional tenants élan vital. Fiduciary principle's financially responsible fiscal policies. Mercenary mendacity's plenary plenipotentiary. Innocuous noumenal verity, mystic symbiotic’s chicanery dynamism fealties. Proximity parameter’s perimeter peripherals, vicinity victuals to vigilante villain, propinquity habitation’s harbingers of harangued. The question remains on the tribal: how can I stand next to the person I’m standing next to if I’m carrying on right through them. It’s the trajectory extant in spatiotemporal's telemetry tactician. Well graspy greedy on the stingy frugal to mingy minion and paw flaw laws claws on it. Get a glove, objectified manifest’s diminutive minutia iota’s of self-inductive interstitial extrapolation. Detinue perfective. Traveling down this obtusely overt contusion in my vehicular contrivance convection convolution. Nimbus nimiety exorcism’s aura roan to rainbow mare. Unicorn railway nails. Swarthy swastica swath swizzles on the sweaty swelter swerve to verve.
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Prerogative presumptive judicature, cantankerous cantilever capacity.  Paradoxical dichotomy greaves, gauntlets gamut catalyst abstracts, asymmetrical symmetry.  Objectified manifest's dimensional delineation, intrinsic endemic innate opaque opulence.  Protractive analyses accidence ambience acoustics.  Spatiotemporal telemetry tactician's trajectory extant.         Prophylaxis protocol annex annul.  Kinesiology kleptomaniac extraversion embezzlement euthanasia extortion, embark embargo extradition.  Aura roan's rainbow mare's nimbus nimiety exorcism.  Corporeally preternatural's existential exigence exodus.  Cerebral cortex's ****** matrix's carousel ceaselessly ceremony chaos character charisma, apex axis crux, exponentially extemporaneous manumission. Categorical imperative hubris, hectic duty deontological probity.         Astral projection's clairaudience clairvoyance.   Tenets and principles, maxims and axioms, and doctrinal mandates.  Exserted protuberance's edifice ********   Exotically ****** ethereally sublime xylem Xanadu sails. Erotica erectile errantry.         Fulham nuance *****  Formidable foundry of a foyer fracas.  Harpy harsh hast, atrium attrition seditious.  Oak tree ****** nails swarthy ******** swath swizzles and unicorn railway sails.  Anchor pin tachometer troll wood harlotry's root clod rudiments, lightning bow hat pick.  Transcendent nimbus nimiety exorcist.  Transpicuous translucence alluvium aloof impunity.
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Feb 21, 2021
Feb 21, 2021 at 10:07 PM UTC
An Epoch of Epos and Epopee
Prerogative presumptive judicature, cantankerous cantilever capacity.  Paradoxical dichotomy greaves, gauntlets gamut catalyst abstracts, asymmetrical symmetry.  Objectified manifest's dimensional delineation, intrinsic endemic innate opaque opulence.  Protractive analyses accidence ambience acoustics.  Spatiotemporal telemetry tactician's trajectory extant.         Prophylaxis protocol annex annul.  Kinesiology kleptomaniac extraversion embezzlement euthanasia extortion, embark embargo extradition.  Aura roan's rainbow mare's nimbus nimiety exorcism.  Corporeally preternatural's existential exigence exodus.  Cerebral cortex's ****** matrix's carousel ceaselessly ceremony chaos character charisma, apex axis crux, exponentially extemporaneous manumission. Categorical imperative hubris, hectic duty deontological probity.         Astral projection's clairaudience clairvoyance.   Tenets and principles, maxims and axioms, and doctrinal mandates.  Exserted protuberance's edifice ********   Exotically ****** ethereally sublime xylem Xanadu sails. Erotica erectile errantry.         Fulham nuance *****  Formidable foundry of a foyer fracas.  Harpy harsh hast, atrium attrition seditious.  Oak tree ****** nails swarthy ******** swath swizzles and unicorn railway sails.  Anchor pin tachometer troll wood harlotry's root clod rudiments, lightning bow hat pick.  Transcendent nimbus nimiety exorcist.  Transpicuous translucence alluvium aloof impunity.
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I once met a ***** running through the woods She was sly and swift upon the daisies she stood I opened my mouth to speak her some word What happened next I'm not sure I heard With a bat of her lids, the greens did open and close And with a jaw forming words I suddenly froze "You may be a fox with your bushy red tail, But I've something to tell you that turns roan into pale. I know what you're thinking, and it's not so, not true. This ***** speaks your thoughts clear as morning's dew. We'd make well together, you and I, no shock All I need is to hear it from you, my Dear Fox" I stood for a moment still perched on my hill As my mind took this idea and began to trill Could it work? She and I? Were we meant to be? Yes, of course. After all, this fox only a fox can see.
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Jul 3, 2012
Jul 3, 2012 at 7:48 PM UTC
Said the ***** to the Fox
Once upon a time Lived a boy drenched in reason and rhyme He culled the fields A plow he yields With a smile as soft as soil But he heard the call to better things away to rocks and stones that sing Buried down in dirt and dust Yields a bite of metal's rust A smile as sharp as flint The hand of death touched his soil But through that barrage he twisted and toiled But as he pleaded an escape from the grip of black He knew that it would pull him back And a set as solid as stone Back to farm and yield he traveled To see he life had unraveled His green fields of corn and roan Was all dark, and filled with stone The green boy shadow stained The boy had twisted and shouted That the shadow of death should let him out But in his haste to escape He forgot the trace of blood and the deeper scrape That was gunpowder and blood He forgot to ask He forgot the tasks That had given him a soil smile And in that lost guile He forgot to ask the hand that gripped him To wash itself of the shadow Of blood and gunpowder
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Mar 9, 2016
Mar 9, 2016 at 3:10 PM UTC
blood and gunpowder
He remembers auburn hair 
like the color flickering before him
 along Hwy 261. Thoughts of yesterday 
fill his mind 
on this journey. Roan Mountain fades 
as he steadies the wheel
 beside the constant stream of white hyphens on the blacktop. Flashes of her 
blend into the mountains. He dwells on her
 and their daughter who now flaunts ringlets
 bright as the autumn patches
 among the forest display. While he’s driving the rear view mirror reflects 
his creased forehead
 like his mother grew from her many worries. Travel grants him time 
 to think of them. “Mistakes were made.”
 A cop-out rests in that thought:
 he made mistakes. He broods
 when he’s in the driver’s seat.
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Jul 14, 2015
Jul 14, 2015 at 12:36 PM UTC
Patches along the Road
Aleta mentions in her tender letters, Among a chain of quaint and touching things, That you are feeble, weighted down with fetters, And given to strange deeds and mutterings. No longer without trace or thought of fear, Do you leap to and ride the rebel roan; But have become the victim of grim care, With three brown beauties to support alone. But none the less will you be in my mind, Wild May that cantered by the risky ways, With showy head-cloth flirting in the wind, From market in the glad December days; Wild May of whom even other girls could rave Before *** tamed your spirit, made you slave.
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Wild May
People came and went all night, welcomed by the warm evening, the 12-piece jazz band, rich restaurant aromas and the boundless night sky. I hear their enthusiasm as they’re escorted to their tables. These Geneva people seem more Germanic and reserved than the French, although they’ve stolen our language. Maybe they license French or subscribe to it, like Spotify. Peter (my bf) and I danced, unburdened by tomorrows, on a terrace of frozen-ice like, pale-blue tiles. The spilled star-field glittered like fireworks on a dark canvas of a new-moon, black sky. The distant, snow-covered Alps seemed to reach for the glistening cosmos, like spilled water rushing across a floor or children grasping at toys. Compared to this celestial gallery, the Geneva skyline looked as sad as an old stage prop. The air was scented with blooming jasmine, baking bread and coffees. A breeze, in turns warm and cool, wrapped around us, sharing the dance by pressing my dress to me one moment and throwing it away the next. The dress I picked it up in Paris earlier in the week - a svelte, Chiuri Dior, ‘New Look Silhouette’ in Prussian blue Chiffon and cobalt crepe - felt as lightweight, breathable and cool as workout-mesh. Peter’s a good dancer. He’s firm yet gentle, guiding me effortlessly, in a lazy, jazz way, from the waist. When we’re in the flow, our choreography’s guided more by the unseen music than a set dance. Our evening - I think it’s fair to say we owned it - turned into an unhurried night, before easing, unnoticed, into morning - as summer evenings tend to do. Our words, in hushed tones, were washed away on the breeze and the music, lost to anyone but ourselves. Time never seemed more of an abstract and irrelevant construct - and if there was a world beyond those moments - it went unnoticed. . . Songs for this: Good Luck, Babe! by Chappell Roan Lose My Breath (Feat. Charlie Puth) by Stay Kids, Charlie Puth Stumblin’ In by CRYIL **** to someone by Clairo
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Jun 5, 2024
Jun 5, 2024 at 1:19 PM UTC
new moon
People came and went all night, welcomed by the warm evening, the 12-piece jazz band, rich restaurant aromas and the boundless night sky. I hear their enthusiasm as they’re escorted to their tables. These Geneva people seem more Germanic and reserved than the French, although they’ve stolen our language. Maybe they license French or subscribe to it, like Spotify. Peter (my bf) and I danced, unburdened by tomorrows, on a terrace of frozen-ice like, pale-blue tiles. The spilled star-field glittered like fireworks on a dark canvas of a new-moon, black sky. The distant, snow-covered Alps seemed to reach for the glistening cosmos, like spilled water rushing across a floor or children grasping at toys. Compared to this celestial gallery, the Geneva skyline looked as sad as an old stage prop. The air was scented with blooming jasmine, baking bread and coffees. A breeze, in turns warm and cool, wrapped around us, sharing the dance by pressing my dress to me one moment and throwing it away the next. The dress I picked it up in Paris earlier in the week - a svelte, Chiuri Dior, ‘New Look Silhouette’ in Prussian blue Chiffon and cobalt crepe - felt as lightweight, breathable and cool as workout-mesh. Peter’s a good dancer. He’s firm yet gentle, guiding me effortlessly, in a lazy, jazz way, from the waist. When we’re in the flow, our choreography’s guided more by the unseen music than a set dance. Our evening - I think it’s fair to say we owned it - turned into an unhurried night, before easing, unnoticed, into morning - as summer evenings tend to do. Our words, in hushed tones, were washed away on the breeze and the music, lost to anyone but ourselves. Time never seemed more of an abstract and irrelevant construct - and if there was a world beyond those moments - it went unnoticed. . . Songs for this: Good Luck, Babe! by Chappell Roan Lose My Breath (Feat. Charlie Puth) by Stay Kids, Charlie Puth Stumblin’ In by CRYIL **** to someone by Clairo
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Ramble shamble gamble preamble . Wild child dialed beguiled . Crawl small ; fall tall ; wall all ; mall brawl doll you all . Black sack fact track Jack smack wack maniac pack . Back hack , knack flack , lack kayak rack tack . Phone roan tone zone bone hone ; drone known . Own moan loan . Talk rock ; gawk hawk ; shock lock ; **** dock ; balk , stalk walk . Bristling gristle glimmer glisten . Quaint paint saint feint aint . Expressed suppressed repressed biased . Ecstatic emphatic fanatic . Lecherous treacherous . Obtuse abstruse . Whirl curl ; hurl furl . Test west quest ; jest guessed ; blessed best crest behest . Conquest, invest zest ; rest nest . Cohort cavort . Gulch mulch . Raven haven saven braven .
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Dec 14, 2015
Dec 14, 2015 at 3:11 AM UTC
Wield Wile
My cohort is shattered, the regiment reels, from the lead of the merciless foe. I'm wearing the blue, Fredericksburg,62'. I''m a conscript from County Tyrone. Saint Mary's Heights is a most fearful sight: ****** acres of men who won't fight again, Our wounded are dying alone. The devout say a prayer, others blaspheme and swear. I just wish I was back in Tyrone. Up on that hill wearing Butternut grey are Irish like me from back home. Sure they gave out a cheer when Meagher first appeared, with our banner of green, on his Roan. What mortal flesh can, we did in the end Some died just in sight of the wall. In the cold dark of night we survivors take flight; Rappahannock, protect us I pray. I'll never forget the screams of that night or the butcher's bill we had to pay.
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Feb 20, 2013
Feb 20, 2013 at 7:45 AM UTC
Fredericksburg
I sat in restless chairs I breathed stilted air what feeling compares with feeling squandered? I’m not sadfishing, I was bored at a 5-star hotel. I’d swum the Atlantic - in the underground pool and I felt like I was marinating in boredom. It was as if the loudest thing in our suite was the sound of my eyelashes flapping up and down. I wasn’t in solitary confinement, Lisa was there too - and just-as bored. She didn’t complain, 'cause she’s ‘New Yorker’ stoic. So I started complaining for her - for the team. We’d filtered every boutique, sampled every eclectic café, there’s just nothing to do in Geneva. It is an implacable reality. Peter (my bf) was at work all day and we were on vacation. It’s different when he’s around. He walks into the room and I feel like a phone that’s been placed on its charger - the world lights up and I get - charged. “We should make a list,” I'd announced, “the pros and cons of boredom.” “No,” Lisa said, “Let’s name fun things.” “Fruity Pebbles popcorn,” I started. “Girl panda makeup” Lisa offered, “Foot massages and bubblegum” “Cotton candy and sunflowers” “Holidays and sparkly things!” - we went on and on and on and - “kittens” I updogged dreamily, before I switched the subject completely. “We need to go to Paris!” I pronounced, excitedly. “Oh yeah?” Lisa asked, with a little side head-bob. “Actionable intel,” I whispered, “Grandmère wants to see me.” Lisa gasped, adding, “You’re in TROUBLE,” drawing the last syllable out slowly. “That would be a first,” I laughed. “Kisses!” She exclaimed, resuming the game. I remembered the first time I thought of kissing Peter. The thought was a flash, an emotional Rorschach test and I smiled. It was like a movie kiss, an abstract heaven - not the breathy, ****** kisses of real life. “Where’d you go?” Lisa asked, grinning. Some emotions are too thick for words. . . Songs for this: Good Luck, Babe! by Chappell Roan Disco Boots by Gavin Turek
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Jul 14, 2024
Jul 14, 2024 at 8:49 PM UTC
strange shrouds
I sat in restless chairs I breathed stilted air what feeling compares with feeling squandered? I’m not sadfishing, I was bored at a 5-star hotel. I’d swum the Atlantic - in the underground pool and I felt like I was marinating in boredom. It was as if the loudest thing in our suite was the sound of my eyelashes flapping up and down. I wasn’t in solitary confinement, Lisa was there too - and just-as bored. She didn’t complain, 'cause she’s ‘New Yorker’ stoic. So I started complaining for her - for the team. We’d filtered every boutique, sampled every eclectic café, there’s just nothing to do in Geneva. It is an implacable reality. Peter (my bf) was at work all day and we were on vacation. It’s different when he’s around. He walks into the room and I feel like a phone that’s been placed on its charger - the world lights up and I get - charged. “We should make a list,” I'd announced, “the pros and cons of boredom.” “No,” Lisa said, “Let’s name fun things.” “Fruity Pebbles popcorn,” I started. “Girl panda makeup” Lisa offered, “Foot massages and bubblegum” “Cotton candy and sunflowers” “Holidays and sparkly things!” - we went on and on and on and - “kittens” I updogged dreamily, before I switched the subject completely. “We need to go to Paris!” I pronounced, excitedly. “Oh yeah?” Lisa asked, with a little side head-bob. “Actionable intel,” I whispered, “Grandmère wants to see me.” Lisa gasped, adding, “You’re in TROUBLE,” drawing the last syllable out slowly. “That would be a first,” I laughed. “Kisses!” She exclaimed, resuming the game. I remembered the first time I thought of kissing Peter. The thought was a flash, an emotional Rorschach test and I smiled. It was like a movie kiss, an abstract heaven - not the breathy, ****** kisses of real life. “Where’d you go?” Lisa asked, grinning. Some emotions are too thick for words. . . Songs for this: Good Luck, Babe! by Chappell Roan Disco Boots by Gavin Turek
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Today was wonderful, but you weren't here... Today is great, and bright, and yet you are not here... I left you somewhere, my heart knows where... I do not remember the sound of your voice, or the feel of your hair, your hand, your body... I see your picture and wonder, knowing it isn't you I see... Capture the light, capture the sea, capture my heart... I so suddenly saw you, wanted to know who you are... Fading from my heart, I no longer see... Where are your words to ease my hurt? Where is your voice to soothe this burning, terrible burning, inside? Where are your hands to stop the bleeding, to hold my heart safe? Where has my heart gone, that it would so heal? What is my love, that it would so roam? I am fine, but you are not here... I do well, but you are not here... I am more whole than ever, but you are not here... Perhaps I never needed you at all...
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Dec 4, 2012
Dec 4, 2012 at 11:41 PM UTC
Roan
Distance traveled time spent's dynamic progressiveness, existentially transcendental's clairaudience clairvoyance.  Metaphysical mystique’s  evolutionally metamorphic futurity's fatidic incarnate.  Due yesterday’s retrospectively retroactive.  Protractive analyses' dimensional delineations.  Enigma entity’s dexterously tactile acuity and coordinated agility on the identity crisis.  Cerebral cortex’s ****** matrix to synaptic syntax semantics.  Prospectus perplexity surreally sublime.  Quagmire quandary’s poshly plush.  Who am I to think I can conception of the infinite supply?  Even the syntactics of eclectic synectics pale by compare to the atrociously impetuous impudence in pugnaciously audacious.  Impromptu innuendo's juncture.   Imagination’s immaturities are psychic clarity’s entelechy to evolutional tenants élan vital.  Fiduciary principle's financially responsible fiscal policies.   Mercenary mendacity's plenary plenipotentiary.  Innocuous noumenal verity, mystic symbiotic’s chicanery dynamism fealties.  Proximity parameter’s perimeter peripherals, vicinity victuals to vigilante villain,   propinquity habitation’s harbingers of harangued.  The question remains on the tribal:  how can I stand next to the person I’m standing next to if I’m carrying on right through them.  It’s the trajectory extant in spatiotemporal's telemetry tactician.  Well graspy greedy on the stingy frugal to mingy minion and paw flaw laws claws on it.  Get a glove, objectified manifest’s diminutive minutia iota’s of self-inductive interstitial extrapolation.  Detinue perfective.  Traveling down this obtusely overt contusion in my vehicular contrivance convection convolution.  Nimbus nimiety exorcism’s aura roan to rainbow mare.  Unicorn railway nails.  Swarthy ******** swath swizzles on the sweaty swelter swerve to verve.
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Sep 2, 2022
Sep 2, 2022 at 6:02 PM UTC
Astral Projection's Existential Hubris
Distance traveled time spent's dynamic progressiveness, existentially transcendental's clairaudience clairvoyance.  Metaphysical mystique’s  evolutionally metamorphic futurity's fatidic incarnate.  Due yesterday’s retrospectively retroactive.  Protractive analyses' dimensional delineations.  Enigma entity’s dexterously tactile acuity and coordinated agility on the identity crisis.  Cerebral cortex’s ****** matrix to synaptic syntax semantics.  Prospectus perplexity surreally sublime.  Quagmire quandary’s poshly plush.  Who am I to think I can conception of the infinite supply?  Even the syntactics of eclectic synectics pale by compare to the atrociously impetuous impudence in pugnaciously audacious.  Impromptu innuendo's juncture.   Imagination’s immaturities are psychic clarity’s entelechy to evolutional tenants élan vital.  Fiduciary principle's financially responsible fiscal policies.   Mercenary mendacity's plenary plenipotentiary.  Innocuous noumenal verity, mystic symbiotic’s chicanery dynamism fealties.  Proximity parameter’s perimeter peripherals, vicinity victuals to vigilante villain,   propinquity habitation’s harbingers of harangued.  The question remains on the tribal:  how can I stand next to the person I’m standing next to if I’m carrying on right through them.  It’s the trajectory extant in spatiotemporal's telemetry tactician.  Well graspy greedy on the stingy frugal to mingy minion and paw flaw laws claws on it.  Get a glove, objectified manifest’s diminutive minutia iota’s of self-inductive interstitial extrapolation.  Detinue perfective.  Traveling down this obtusely overt contusion in my vehicular contrivance convection convolution.  Nimbus nimiety exorcism’s aura roan to rainbow mare.  Unicorn railway nails.  Swarthy ******** swath swizzles on the sweaty swelter swerve to verve.
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and how shall I fare thee well, pale love bare foot pearling under stars a skin of shape dropping here and there a world made of rib bone white and yearning in nets weaving mulch and roan and made pale as questions crying in stone how shall I close now that which has been opened and misarranged pour of stars in a dusty solar system in a not a world of have and you
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Jan 24, 2016
Jan 24, 2016 at 1:49 AM UTC
and how now
please allow arability of friendship and hoop fully this acquiescence can render an accord shared via exchanging calumet peace pipe initially invoked qua piercing, gouging, digging...from hooked aquilinity upon awareness miss applying the squaw aridity mine swallowing capacity as pins pricking a voodoo likeness doll (of me), though this claim could steeped in utter contrived artificiality fusing flagrant faulty aromaticity asininity admitting absent attentiveness as ska walking a fine line betwixt asexuality behooves rectification allowing solution Wiccan agree upon linking assimilability, assignability, assiduity implicating with asperity ***** err roan nee huss rubble word choice prompting asperity inducing me to cast the first stone of apology, and self awareness totally tubularly offer thyself as human sacrifice redeeming conceding unalterable venal tone role of squawking chief fowl ling at the end zone regarding, where associatively properly went assumability, anonymity of the internet vent ting modality adopting immunity, viz virtual community tent revival meeting adumbrating atypicality, attainability avoidance of audiological atrocity, sans atonality sent to ear rate, the autoimmunity authority, authenticity, austerity, audacity, co rent ting availability, automaticity, accessibility asper automobility to scale tenement, pent house, or pre faux ying bing avascularity, avidity, avuncularity avers automatically tall lent aim to amble along xy feigning tubby with minimal audibility clark kent information superhighway axiality grid via galavanting gent can be activated swimmingly with less overt axe said dent.
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Apr 20, 2018
Apr 20, 2018 at 7:34 PM UTC
apologia to avoid an online world squaw bull!
please allow arability of friendship and hoop fully this acquiescence can render an accord shared via exchanging calumet peace pipe initially invoked qua piercing, gouging, digging...from hooked aquilinity upon awareness miss applying the squaw aridity mine swallowing capacity as pins pricking a voodoo likeness doll (of me), though this claim could steeped in utter contrived artificiality fusing flagrant faulty aromaticity asininity admitting absent attentiveness as ska walking a fine line betwixt asexuality behooves rectification allowing solution Wiccan agree upon linking assimilability, assignability, assiduity implicating with asperity ***** err roan nee huss rubble word choice prompting asperity inducing me to cast the first stone of apology, and self awareness totally tubularly offer thyself as human sacrifice redeeming conceding unalterable venal tone role of squawking chief fowl ling at the end zone regarding, where associatively properly went assumability, anonymity of the internet vent ting modality adopting immunity, viz virtual community tent revival meeting adumbrating atypicality, attainability avoidance of audiological atrocity, sans atonality sent to ear rate, the autoimmunity authority, authenticity, austerity, audacity, co rent ting availability, automaticity, accessibility asper automobility to scale tenement, pent house, or pre faux ying bing avascularity, avidity, avuncularity avers automatically tall lent aim to amble along xy feigning tubby with minimal audibility clark kent information superhighway axiality grid via galavanting gent can be activated swimmingly with less overt axe said dent.
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Her shelter in clothes, Rode her naked once exposed,   .  .  .  Beauty unbridled.
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Nov 8, 2012
Nov 8, 2012 at 10:31 PM UTC
Haiku ( roan )
Ramble shamble gamble preamble . Wild child dialed beguiled . Crawl small ; fall tall ; wall all ; mall brawl doll you all . Black sack fact track Jack smack wack maniac pack . Back hack , knack flack , lack kayak rack tack . Phone roan tone zone bone hone ; drone known . Own moan loan . Talk rock ; gawk hawk ; shock lock ; **** dock ; balk , stalk walk . Bristling gristle glimmer glisten . Quaint paint saint feint aint . Expressed suppressed repressed biased . Ecstatic emphatic fanatic . Lecherous treacherous . Obtuse abstruse . Whirl curl ; hurl furl . Test west quest ; jest guessed ; blessed best crest behest . Conquest, invest zest ; rest nest . Cohort cavort . Gulch mulch . Raven haven saven braven .
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Dec 6, 2018
Dec 6, 2018 at 5:10 PM UTC
Wield Wile
Prerogative presumptive judicature, cantankerous cantilever capacity.  Paradoxical dichotomy greaves, gauntlets gamut catalyst abstracts, asymmetrical symmetry.  Objectified manifest's dimensional delineation, intrinsic endemic innate opaque opulence.  Protractive analyses accidence ambience acoustics.  Spatiotemporal telemetry tactician's trajectory extant.          Prophylaxis protocol annex annul.  Kinesiology kleptomaniac extraversion embezzlement euthanasia extortion, embark embargo extradition.  Aura roan's rainbow mare's nimbus nimiety exorcism.  Corporeally preternatural's existential exigence exodus.  Cerebral cortex's ****** matrix's carousel ceaselessly ceremony chaos character charisma, apex axis crux, exponentially extemporaneous manumission. Categorical imperative hubris, hectic duty deontological probity.          Astral projection's clairaudience clairvoyance.   Tenets and principles, maxims and axioms, and doctrinal mandates.  Exserted protuberance's edifice ********   Exotically ****** ethereally sublime xylem Xanadu sails. Erotica erectile errantry.          Fulham nuance *****  Formidable foundry of a foyer fracas.  Harpy harsh hast, atrium attrition seditious.  Oak tree ****** nails, swarthy ******** swath swizzles and unicorn railway sails.  Anchor pin tachometer troll wood harlotry's root clod rudiments, lightning bow hat pick.  Transcendent nimbus nimiety exorcist.  Transpicuous translucence alluvium aloof impunity.
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Jan 6, 2024
Jan 6, 2024 at 1:22 PM UTC
An Epoch of Epos and Epopee
Prerogative presumptive judicature, cantankerous cantilever capacity.  Paradoxical dichotomy greaves, gauntlets gamut catalyst abstracts, asymmetrical symmetry.  Objectified manifest's dimensional delineation, intrinsic endemic innate opaque opulence.  Protractive analyses accidence ambience acoustics.  Spatiotemporal telemetry tactician's trajectory extant.          Prophylaxis protocol annex annul.  Kinesiology kleptomaniac extraversion embezzlement euthanasia extortion, embark embargo extradition.  Aura roan's rainbow mare's nimbus nimiety exorcism.  Corporeally preternatural's existential exigence exodus.  Cerebral cortex's ****** matrix's carousel ceaselessly ceremony chaos character charisma, apex axis crux, exponentially extemporaneous manumission. Categorical imperative hubris, hectic duty deontological probity.          Astral projection's clairaudience clairvoyance.   Tenets and principles, maxims and axioms, and doctrinal mandates.  Exserted protuberance's edifice ********   Exotically ****** ethereally sublime xylem Xanadu sails. Erotica erectile errantry.          Fulham nuance *****  Formidable foundry of a foyer fracas.  Harpy harsh hast, atrium attrition seditious.  Oak tree ****** nails, swarthy ******** swath swizzles and unicorn railway sails.  Anchor pin tachometer troll wood harlotry's root clod rudiments, lightning bow hat pick.  Transcendent nimbus nimiety exorcist.  Transpicuous translucence alluvium aloof impunity.
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are oilers tickets available Tyson *** you heard i was doing the same **** and it was believable i project myself in the arena and the oilers take the game i heard you got a new girl now and you never told nobody whats some other **** people say around me my sisters saypseudo intellect and that its by way of control and predict if i was ever to be a killer it would be ritually sick i gave a devious look but it wasn't like im twisted i knew my cousin wasnt a ****** the instance that we met al wondered how much of my last poem was just said so it would fit or wait itd be better if i regress so i could remember every moment with a better working head cat doesn't believe at all im not wasting ******* breath i cant tell these delusions from each other so i end up out of breath Andrew casman says im just somebody you gotta just accept brad says share it with the world, we haven't killed you yet he says when this does end itll re hardwire in my head i think im overdue this year my illness is turning ten they gave me the antigen to purge the chemical from in me iu was waiting twice and felt so nice until it crept its way back in me logan mentioned that its no wonder id be an ******* after only thinking nice for so **** long and before tony passed away he said i wasnt a bad guy all along the list goes on and on a reoccurring problem my conscious stir ups judgements of the people i see most often kassie roan said b.cs smoking crack for thinking that im awesome al said my conscience is a good reveal of my inner psychies problems there i tweaked that thought to correspond with what im talking Kenny says theirs a paradox between the surface and what hides inside the closet interesting theory Kenny it deserves to be acknowledged while my mom wants me to promise that ill live a life of promise its so hard to make a promise mom when the talkings always constant i take shots to stop the talking but it s always same old topic i cant walk into Walmart shopping *** im bombarded by your ***** i developed life this way modeled it to be un godly now you know my symptoms feel free to keep on talking
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Jun 27, 2018
Jun 27, 2018 at 11:38 AM UTC
voices in my head
are oilers tickets available Tyson *** you heard i was doing the same **** and it was believable i project myself in the arena and the oilers take the game i heard you got a new girl now and you never told nobody whats some other **** people say around me my sisters saypseudo intellect and that its by way of control and predict if i was ever to be a killer it would be ritually sick i gave a devious look but it wasn't like im twisted i knew my cousin wasnt a ****** the instance that we met al wondered how much of my last poem was just said so it would fit or wait itd be better if i regress so i could remember every moment with a better working head cat doesn't believe at all im not wasting ******* breath i cant tell these delusions from each other so i end up out of breath Andrew casman says im just somebody you gotta just accept brad says share it with the world, we haven't killed you yet he says when this does end itll re hardwire in my head i think im overdue this year my illness is turning ten they gave me the antigen to purge the chemical from in me iu was waiting twice and felt so nice until it crept its way back in me logan mentioned that its no wonder id be an ******* after only thinking nice for so **** long and before tony passed away he said i wasnt a bad guy all along the list goes on and on a reoccurring problem my conscious stir ups judgements of the people i see most often kassie roan said b.cs smoking crack for thinking that im awesome al said my conscience is a good reveal of my inner psychies problems there i tweaked that thought to correspond with what im talking Kenny says theirs a paradox between the surface and what hides inside the closet interesting theory Kenny it deserves to be acknowledged while my mom wants me to promise that ill live a life of promise its so hard to make a promise mom when the talkings always constant i take shots to stop the talking but it s always same old topic i cant walk into Walmart shopping *** im bombarded by your ***** i developed life this way modeled it to be un godly now you know my symptoms feel free to keep on talking
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