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Headlong Rush (to the) Terminal Non Sequitur
fastforward me, my assbackward
grin
grinning a fest-i-val of tiny weebitty
tear
drops dripping, but not too far unlike
thee
great ejackeelations of kings'n'princes of
yore
from
whence comes and comeths this beautied
s y m e t ' r y
eye see ever y day
that soon goes'way from sight, a fright of
fleetedness
that ain't any body going (to) talk about outside
of the norm'al
idiotwhispers & p o e t r y infecting livers in
all
shapes, sizes,(whathaveYou?)
tis
[an] avid insanity, (in the best sense of the word)
to
even think of living long[er] in this happ'illy sorry
state
(O? now,
don't you
think)?
ggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggzzzzzz
2015dkzk1000sOFpooms&'orribleFOTOarts/// "BoomShackleHaHa"
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