A sad life to be perturbed by work gone admonished.
Papers clipped and all I did was sell myself further.
Sea legacies, and leagues of no official finance
Had brought my depiction.
And a world-at-war and the structure of the public figure of authenticity.
Has unavowed and showed in simplest means,
Melancholic-misanthropy stands the taste of time
And the immediate recon-verberation of the poly-cumulus mole
Is really just this faked empathy I learned so long ago.
67 and I show you jokes.
Until back home in Oceania would enjoy.
I told you from the future my present and apocalypse sustains to daily.
Hear my clicks in fibonacci.
I don’t like you.
Idol or tonic-for-ailment.
Ionic to Iconic.
And I live in rat’s nest by superficial international accord.
The carbon ray hasn’t done much.
If i’m blind and the ghost I say “don’t touch”
Has brought me to licensure, to unveil another scandal.
Affidavit aboundal.
IA for IQ stats.
The Mentalist doesn’t really cure in quakes.
Lost cup of tea in a box-pin of a county of mixed-assortment-crackers.
In all your bland flour for spice –
I wasn’t never not quite nice.
Just dying my job.
Wish you the best.
I have priorities.
Corporation uncorroborated.
I’m not linked and married in old-lives and chapters of this espionage thing.
Leave me alone.
I told you I’m blind and deaf.
The only silliness of you understanding and you chose to repent,
Without a confessional once.
You haven’t been saved.
The Pope, said –
No.
I’ve never once heard you pray in your head.
Predator-Allegory, keep your worship somewhere else.
The vessels rot and the leader of the 10th Circle of Frozen,
Is The Warden.
You shouldn’t be fucking around too much.
This County is the PenetentiarySystem for
Witness Affairs.
I got you clocked.
This is Gridlock.
Lie to Me.
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