get
lower as sure naïve too explosive to fit in. a mother dying a day in
celebration if to know her anguish. a man for reasons or a love for treason
while always feeling like shit. the hydrant shattered the hourglass is
prejudice so much to being human. I get sad as some mulatto, we have it so
good! on minors for this, on yours for that, while the questions engender rage.
eons of forgiveness or being burnt while evilness never second guessed it. a
gelid sympathy an observation where we pity your kind.
so
attracted like a dumb person or fevered by rescue.
a fable as a wound a celebration as
torture while, regardless of identity, it feels like penalties.
one says something to worldview. but
what has it been like – for you or your cohorts or your endurance?
so many mnemonic vices so silent it’s
normal, to imagine what victimizers are thinking.
a child was murdered. he just
reached thirteen. we discuss this like there’s an excuse. such remedies while
one feels fucked another is back on his force. a woman killed a man, while
reaching for her taser, what reasons are we working with? a trigger is similar to
a taser, to yank it out, no recognition, to cock it back, and slam a man with
bullets – “What the fuck are we discussing?”
it gets disgusting as living is
crucial while color seems to be an issue. or loving some person, healed in this
person, to realize a woman is different or a man is anti-rudiments.
by faith as needed if but to
believe.
an error in calculation a cognizant
decision while they fear one untraditional. but as it breeds, we sense another
condition, while love becomes predicament. or running person to person, looking
for royalties, while slipping and sliding pleading for devotion. a mountain to
an ant a feeling to a sociopath or a need for what we can’t give!
something to a person, as waiting,
enlove, with never a complaint.
so encouraged to be nice. she died
this way. what value to flexibility! so close I disregard you. so at passion I use
you. or so decent, it’s like agony to get away from you.
I marvel at excellence. I debate
authenticity. I desire to efface misprints. so imagined, as so pure, with
little thought to what has controlled us inwardly.
For
many seriously doing right, I do apologize.
