Tumultuous misadventures through the mind of one struggling with the mundane, while grieving the air of daily affairs.
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Jasper Owl Totem with Malachite Eyes, Sitting in a Bird Bath
It is aMore privateMatter.Than to think, This could all beWithout a debtWaitingFor the other Shoe,To drop.AwakeningOld woes Curses, and more.Potions like tea, andMuch iced coffee.What other way Could be,Than for meTo stay true toMyself. I can only hopeWith regard to myFuture.That I am Wise.
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Ginseng
Dragon with a slySmile. I’ve gotMy eyes on you.Disrespect.No formalities.
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Manila Folder
What a pity, and All my shame Goes out the Window. There’s nevermore In this land, and I hate To see a waste of Fucking time. Settle down, It’s all so curious, and I’m The frightful one. Please, don’t say another. Word. That’s all that I’ve Got to hate. I’m the wrong one. Hidden heretic…
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Isopropyl
There is no branchOf me, that feels suddenly. I care only with heart.
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Full Moon in Aries
Settle down,I have no idea whereThis all leads us to.
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Itchy Palms
The clock Strikes again, I’m lost in all my Silver. A sliver of What’s all toCome, and what all isWaiting for me. I hope for noDreary outcomes. I miss workaholic Routines. Stacking bread, Watching the gold Shine. It’s so fanciful. Yet, I hold no shame In it; but I wishFor more Fortune.
