Its coming across, but wondering why some of its coming up blah? Maybe the days arent giving me pause, maybe theres not enough to be rubbing me wrong. And since its easy to keep running in a polygon, Im greasing up the rat wheel and running til the fat peels. And pickin up a shiny piece, putting it back backwards. Not a page turner, but hopefully at least a spine cracker. Forlorn lonestar. Crowded ass galaxy. Rat pack racketeer. Halffact factory. Halfpulled weight, full credit taker, seter straighter. Oneman sold out matinee show inside an elevator Take a full pull off of full fledged lunacy and find a way to breathe it back into a life of go along not quite tomfoolery, but balance on the axis, of soul soaring letgo and cold focused practice. No sweet gold no sour squalor coward hour. Just a millon vacant lots with dwellers growing flowers on em. And they grow like this I always get my Zs so I can mind my Ps and Qs, appease the gods by conquering all seven seas quite easily and move strategically. Im on my killandcantheweakofheart, and started in with contradictions like the way that I used to be. But wait, if they stay at the top of the food chain, then why the fuck are they trying to munch me from the ankles up? The blood pumps, rushes and boils for more than your amusement, and thats more aweinspiring than anything Ill say today I got one mouth for listening and two ears for talking, so you can breathe new life into me and listen to my thoughts and then sum me up with no prior knowledge of mathematics. I still get mine from hustlers cause I dont buy from addicts. And Im antitrash, and antifakeantiestablishment cats. End of list for this particular tirade. Ive searched every single fiber of carpet in this apartment trying to find where the unraveling started. I did my best, no luck yet
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