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Sep 2017
little pills
to cure your ills
prescription fills
the bottle spills...

not to be catty
you're being bratty
rolling a fatty
and getting chatty...

you are crunchy
getting the munchies
getting chunky
like a monkey!

how's your wallet?
workaholic?
did i call it?

get the gold
you were once bold
now you're old...

don't get huffed
but
have you enough

STUFF???

losing vision
reclined position

TELEVISION

always scheming
never doing
you're pretty boring
there daydreaming...

see her bopping
'til she's dropping
out there shopping

the door is shutting
you're alone
to the bone
while you're cutting

what's YOUR thing?
will it bring
you
everything?

it's SO nice!
any vice
will entice

TAKE MY ADVICE!

don't be idle!
take the BRIDLE!

IT'S AN IDOL!

there's an award
when you've scored
with the LORD!

don't applaud.
we're all sod

HE IS GOD!


SøułSurvivør
(C) 9/2017
I've been writing... in my imagination. I have been (austensibly) writing a novel. I've been "working" on Star Child. But it turned out to be a daydreaming ADDICTION. I just talked to another lady today Who has the EXACT SAME THING! As a Christian she advised me strongly against it. Because it steals something very precious... TIME. I've been spending HOURS doing this. DAYS. WEEKS! On something that in the final analysis won't get me anywhere godly! So I've stopped. You're going to see more of me now. Sorry I've been AWOL so long! I really appreciate and love you all!

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