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Random thought no number in the title sick halt lame cut bruised at
least in ego and id called chosen subaltern. Limited in speech rough
fashioned in the street and hillbilly hills of the green green grass
of home. Self motivated self produced polite to a fault line but
scared of real bad activity beaten into proclivity expostulating
reason in the facebook of such ignoramuses as intended to belie the
laws of Jesus but never rally scared. Learning on a curve is what
they call it when they want the useless to advance. Give the undergod
a chance and he will take it for such as one as eye can never have no
romance she gives it to the beasts of Rome she drinks a bite too much
and then she loses love perhaps she is a virgin still and yet twold
make the heart regret the why wherefore art thousands to be told a
ringing in a glen a rigging in a sail spin a spinning in a yard a
yarding for a sail top. She will not even read this she is finished
with the eye and yet the doubt of why has caused me to pen this this
redoubting question of love. For in the final assessment of the
estimate of love eye never had a chance just borrowing this word and
that word there and that on over there until eye make some sort of
formidable pattern like a loose leaf notebook in a quiet study room
opened hurriedly intended to make room for more scratches scribbles
nonsenses sounding off like a crack of doom reverberation like an
echo echo still repeating echo until demeaned off in the distant wall
it stops it loves. Procedure dictates to some they robot along they
dit dit dit and dot dot dot almost everything they make for heaven’s
sake just stop and learn again to love this is no apology but more
like a wonder why she broke the only part of me that was intact she
killed my heart.