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get enough rest, do ye?

fotopoo[m]byDkSundaSepter16,2012a9:08am

�
are you
� � � r e stin g � well, get
ting � enough
� � � � � � � � � �r e s t ?

iyam
r e s pitting in[to]
� � � � �respite, � � e x
pectorally
� � � � � � assuch as'is
a ny
� � � � worthwhile
� �dribblin � �i d i ot,worth
myWeight in
� � � � � � � spit
� � � � � � � � � � � �respitted
� � � � � � � � � [ wipeYou chin,fool �] � !

dribba'dibble � � � �bigboy
dribble here dribble there.......
� � � looky there/there,
thee
� � � � dried �dribble
� � � of � � � �dribbly � � semen � �fr'om
so
lon g a g o � � st'ill � � � �clingin't them
mighty
� � � � � � thighairs
� � � � � � � � � � � � tha'once'ago
mighta
� � � � � � � felt � � an � a c t � �of
love thathathathat
� � � � � � � � � � w a n t � e �d
to
be There � � �sweetly �n a k ed,
� � � � � �uncaring � of
� � � � � � � � � � age
o r � � � caste �d e m o g raphy ---

ooooooo, thee ache � �of such love
� � � � � not
wanting � �y �e � � � � � �anymore ----

now....resting �well � re st i ng � � � e no
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � ugh,
fcknFlorida
beachcreep,
� � � � � � � � � waves waves been comin in
stronger � this � �past week,
� � � � � �smackin ye silly'scared
� � � � � � �ye when
� � � � � � � � � � � t h e e � � � water
takes control, throws yr ass � loopin
� � � into
� � � � 'the bottom' fine gravel made of
bits'o
� � � � � s he ll 'd � � life � � ( �gonegonegone
so & so � � l o n g � �now �(that nobody k'nows
if they even had a name) ) , �& pullin
yr
SwimSuit � � h a lfw a y s � � � off yr �futuresoon
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �carc'ass oh oh
ow,
thee � � embare � � � a �ss � men �t � � of
havin died
a dozen years ago, bein too stupid to
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �notice&
loitering life'side
� � � � � �in � � � � 'hopes'
of some kindly �
adoption process............playing flute
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �in the sand - �happyfamily
� � � � � � � � beachgoers � � �having � little to say or care
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �as much, clinging �onto their
� � � � � c e ll s,
� � � � � � � waiting � f o r � � th'calls � � that'll
make
they's � �Future � � �right'bright � safe'n'secure
(& asmuch unlike
� � � � � �th'one who sits
� � � � alone � �wit � his br'others littledawg,
as
can � �be made human'ly � possible)

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Written by dkzksaxxas_DanielX

(DadaDoggyDannyKozakSaxfn)

Published 16th Sep 2012

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