The early ersatz astute awakening of accord to the recorder
Of a flute that played tombrone and I accused the former of
Searching for history to lament in bluist tones and I knew you too blew the phone when you disfraction in the sentiment of your family and your heritage seemed to have disheartened the tempest winds into recollectious vile sentiments. I too, can be a bad person. And like all those that have born the quake of abuse and suffered the real torment to choose the other shoe and cobble instead of watching those laces fall from electrified strings that do not seem to ascertain themselves in the bouts of the holey and instead choose holy with no crumbs so even the mouse doesn’t lob off too much cheese than it deserves. The human chooses to give the mouse a peace-of-cheese instead of vile glorioues remarks of death up on broom. Well the deaf upon vroom rather seek you and wonder what’s the crisis to cause an argument where the only restance in physicallity instead of the stupid phone that repeats itself in in grapevine chilled drink that some other fellow created to give the kids a taste of the fruits that could not be afforded or imported when the world seems all so dismal and 90 years later there’s houses but not much people living in them. Sacrifices upon bench and all those kids are told they’re waisting their time when the waste was not met from differentiation but accommodation. It’s okay to hate your job kid, that’s called the weight of responsibility. If you love your position and complaints follow as if accusatory, understand the majority is the sentiment of the present. The Black Knight that walks off walls into transdimensional space too knows how to choose an audience and how to rid that lack waste space that never choose to pick up and finish a single book. Why copy a line or two? When poetry is such a short read to condensed-aerated, bliss.
Summer isn’t frozen, it doesn’t even steam.
It’s called sublimation honey.
PDFs or text books. Even the Ivy League Scholarshipsorens understand what it’s like to be broke and broken by the pursuit of pursuit. Everything else follows. Enjoy your Caneous ways and your halls that are empty with discounted enthralls and you think going with the flow doesn’t mean another mistake that someone finds worth in.
Mistakes are deceiving. Read my lips.
Your boss just fired you 5 minutes from now. Overarching, in-store is too small for my nature but if you have my attention, you’ve already sought grander pastures. The greenbacks wait for later. Crawl little daisy, and walk a little harder. I fall to turquoise pieces just to bring the blue in a little near to my eyes I close for peace and remember what it was like exploring like some little molerat crawling in creator-mud only to know, life was peaceful upon the blind and deaf. Sensory otherwise or overload is a gift. Why tarnish with smudges upon the lens and decays of facsimile dreams? One held the paper certificate and diploma and I never got the stage. Only lightning needed to strike a cord and hid in the crowd for my keylatch to direct me while the cds 10 years later – all I hear is me in my own orchestra. Upstate would never. But I still miss their treble in my alto-streaming-blues. Not to be tall, imagine what average looks like when you were born a casket-stone a 100 and over then again true. 20-30 years to remember? I wasn’t lying to you. All of time together and I can’t remember when The New would find me in something quakerous like a mallard duck eating crackers. Not even the wind could hide your colors true. The otherwise – I like just fine. Didn’t take long to run into you. Kill the dream and I’ll bury the ego, we got time left to kill. Eternity / Internally. That’s all there is to it.
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