"word raping"
08 / 05 / 03
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And now, random, nonsensical smattering of words. If you're looking for this to make sense, you will be sorely disappointed.
It's morning, turning, with the big ball yearning to take an upward fall to blind and hide while I burrow and tunnel under haven. Can't escape war predates my ancestors but we always lose, shmooze, fine I'm up will not rush there's too much not enough I don't care where chances are it's still wrong but I'm up, I'm up.
Mind compose redispose even done hand me my gun under the fingers it feels like keys, please, I'm armed stay back or I'll harm forget the blood will take more you love unless you hold leave me alone don't care for bold so early just mercy in a cup and cream and sugar it's not a bother until I'm bouncing around up and down you wish you'd given me that cream blowed off steam I'm awake too late, can't retreat I'll take the heat and where's my gun with verbal bullets to make them run or call to catch the ball and take off okay go away there's work without pay regardless I say it's love and craft and creation of hand that's forgotten watch them move over triggers these fingers making rivers unlike the beauty of nature it's all digital but still I breathe into it as I look forward to the day I hate greeting...
...what was I going to say?
Sorry, spammers forced my hand. Comments reviewed before being published.
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. . . man, you do James Joyce proud.
( 10:52 am )