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Opinionology: Seeds of Revulsion, Seeds (what) Fail To Feed
Room so small
Sky so huge / above the
roof /
~room roof room roof sky room roof / etc.~
On we went, and there we'd gone.
Skying for little, little but none.
You said naught a sound.
I said naught a whisper, nor wheeze, of
o'pinions I'd banished
from the repertoire.
( I do not want your o'pinion....I don't want my o'pinion either.
Naught a bloody fookin' one of them . Put
them in the shitcan, now.) Don't want yours.
Don't want mine.
We should get ready
We should get ready for The (strange) Alpacalips
Comin'on into our neighborhood
neighborhood as we speak,
(& spoken well of, too). (neigh/neigh )
Such things are b e y o n d (neighborhood)
rep'roach.
Nasty bug juice drippin'round the earthbound world, most
assuredly,
wit a keen, glinting association,
as would be a knife's hairsplitting
arc before the meat is rended.
(No more necessaries come to mind (with intent of deeper mining / mine \ who's e'ver)
Beautiful senselessness it be, watching fruit fall from the Billy'dick tree
tree
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