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You know jaywalking is illegal
She won't be okay will she?
A stillbirth pause, spoken by the camouflage vendingmachines and balmy blue night sky and grassy white Mississippi brick.
When are we going home? No hurry. Wanna see Titanic tomorrow? I hear its good. Sure.
A stillbirth pause, born from the orange lights and death black windows and from what we already know will happen. She wont be okay will she? A thought left unspoken because the words dont exist.
Well go tomorrow afternoon. Then Norill make dumplings and it
in a spiritual sense,of course by YouInventedMe, literature
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in a spiritual sense,of course
age will even you out
eventually
damned if you do
and don't is only an option
depending
on your attachment to earth
your deferment to dirt
or finally finding yourself
in the front of that fabled line
with some white light
burning bush proclamation
of
"oh, it's just your time"
then
sudden departure
and everyone
eternally
asking after you
see
my slippery slope
soap box ideology
is this:
in the entropy/aesthetic footrace
the victor's inherent in the words
finish line
furthermore
inside invariably becomes outside
therefore
make sure you've something worth hiding
or forfeiting to forever
secured in your soft skin suit