OwMuchDoEyeOweToWho[m]?

of each thousand words in/on
my pictogram callout
fell falling again like
the other someOther day,

damn, & it looked just like yester
day in it's indifference, but
all kindadifferentsame & hhhhard
t'Xplain,yknow?

remember when wee lived in that[old]si
lent(moving)the'ater?

ydon't?(remember?reca[font=Verdana]ll?)...well,okay,
at least I can bark the grand cliché,
"now I know where I stand",
(at
mostleast
in relation t'where me silly ass
sat).....................in
                  that si lent thee'ater
                moving silentmovies from here
                   to there wit properly
           exagerant jesters clownprince kingcomedians
& other likeminded mddrfckrs from proverbial OldSchool....

if it wasn't for the church, god'd be deaddeaddead fckndead
    as a stillborn virgin birth way down in ol'
       Virginny....Whitey John Brown's Slave Revolt
    woulda happened victorious 200yrs before he brokeneck
          choked in MaryLand, still
   owing dough
on the 1000 9foot pikes

that never saw to a slavetrader's evisceration / but look!

a Mouldering Grave! (eye'l be goddamn'd ifn I haven't ruined mefcknLife yet again......
                          sorry kids
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