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Wee Cum To One Or The Other, Though Tis Futile eXercise for No-thing, No-one////
tis all ways thee love of
Some Other thing that drives me
beyond the comfort i've been, having never
uttered a blessid word,
oh, disconscious brain, it;s gettin so mthrfckn Late
to make thy worthiness worth any'no'thing,,,,,,,,,as if
it makes
any fckn difference, differrent, differential............
where's thee mother, where's the father, gone dead
for an eXistentiallity beyond all fckn con'trol.
dear motherfather, Eye must apologize for this, my
idiot metaphor in drunken October, the very month
of my conception...."The Giants win the Pennant!"
sceamed most multiple t i m e s.......but there was no implication I was
in any way i n v o l v e d
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