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In forms long and boring like this one questions the very heart of a piece of a paper.. where ,. does it start or end?

hyperlinks are cool too I guess except didn’t they do that automatically before?

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HOpe that works

In a future where nothing but  lines are linear,

Functioning, Wholly,

Developed nations speak to eachother,

Show them what it is like,

On side missions they share stories about happiness,

One time, this other guy new what I was sad for,

got me back on track I say,

Made you a soldier probably,

Amazing man he was

Just finished studying my logic

Days passing like robotic emblems,

Matching a tone of playful melodies,

Only melodic because they move like you,

tripped up by beauty,

Among a rainforest rich with life beyond that of everyday city,

Run, Run, Run, and you find more richness of life beyond your scope,

Ending your life here is simple,

Re-adjust and forget the life you once knew (at least try,

Memories keeping minds warm,

Different for those who lives here began,

Scoping a reality of only pure rich architecture,

Never expanding your existence beyond the processes around you,

Magic,

Happens Here,

‘’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’ /

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/      /

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——–Written word

Dialects dependent upon texture,

Nothing but beauty,

Stumbled upon never,

Just known

a picture of itself on a line,

Read in pleasant places

distinctions made about the why you went this way,

what that way was all about,

Into a place of plenty,

Yearning to be filled to the brim,

Never but a dream,

Endless motion to create a place of maternal passage,

Mysteries divided,

Courage, Respect,

Words forgotten upon pressure,

The end…. its never near where its supposed

To Be,

The world famous.

Looking for applique fossils,

Apprise others of such discoveries,

Skipping lowbrows in the process,

Committers being a group of louts,

As if such an act was a lucrative job,

My job is a travail,

Making out a treatise with the devil,

Living in trepidation until the blood is sealed,

Moving into a tripe of the goat,

You could say once these people are found,

The next phase is more of a labial job,

In order to succeed one must use laborious force,

Being a captain among landlubbers,

Overwrought with hearing a story,

As if singing a paean,

Suddenly the job changes once more,

Assuming the roll of a palmistry,

Leaving the other party in paralysis,

Then being a jocky,

You move the person to a paddock,

The day is over,

In a way a certain order is restored.

Blindfolded statues Hold Truths many cannot begin to practice.  EO

Didd you see it?

Were you suprised?

I fucking made it,

No one believes me,

I won’t  be doubted ever again,

My lies now ring true,

Stupid fuckers,

What else could I do?

Do you know who I am now?

Yeah, thats right,

the motherfucker in the news,

Thats me,

Always remembered,

Never forgotten,

Now fuck off,

I am famous,

If even for moment,

The day has come,

From fake as fuck,

To a real motherfucker,

I am that fucking guy.

News coverage exposes the needs for a copycat to fulfill American Desires.  EO

Others seem to be more real,

Time still impossible to overcome,

Moreover I fade into dark,

Succumbing to the depths of immorality,

Evil feeding on my soul,

Until my soul becomes the eater,

Devouring clusters of others purity,

Company a miseries beckoning,

Stale until enlightened by chaos,

My world the turning of opposites,

Scoping the lividity of others,

Preying on the neediest times,

Feasting into the succulent fibers of desperation,

More company,

Long lasting consequences of giving up,

Finding what you wanted all along perhaps,

Just another one of those days,

Trapped behind the door leading to a tomorrow,

Keeping myself dead until life is worth it.

Made you Think Twice and forever it can never be just like that One Time. EO

Pure energy

Streamlines of thoughtful etiquettes

Vortexes crossed

Expanding dimensions

Capturing one still image

A beacon

Shorelines of boats

Lost

Finding this hub

And crossing into the fourth

Here they look

Seeking Sanctum

Call it void

But they are saved

Miraculous perhaps

Overlooked for certain

Amidst it all

Energy

Serving purpose

Forgot the details

Some mishap

Miscount rather

Taking eight fucking years to figure out

Some hedges..

Make it a bush

What’s the diff

He made it

No one called and complained

And if they did

It was silenced

We sat back

Saying yeah that’s fucked up

Waited it out

Saw horrible times get worse

And now we look ahead

Wondering how to save our selves

Who do we trust?

A future so unpredictable

Children as we are

Scared of trying times

Once again I would like to remind everyone

You are a fucking human

Do your job and fucking think

IF you can’t think

Then you don’t exist

So, Get real and get excited

Because like myself

The power is in your motherfucking hands

Use it to shape

Mold reality

Show the next generation how proud you are

And How proud you will be

To pass on humanity

Call out

Remember me

I’ll answer

Say hello

Uh-huh

Ya for sure

Oh ok

Yup

Alright, Catch you later

One quick reality check

Simple digit dialing

Its real

One voice showing love

Warming homes

Keeping culture

Crusting friendships

People need each other

Take the first blind step

Be there

Hold a hand

Shape the future

Be a real person

And you will be a leader

Lessons learned

Funny times
Diaries

Like children

Scared visions

Detailed theories

Minds of infinite

They are Here

Sharing themselves

Told they need to grow

But they are the holders

Of things many have outgrown

Themselves to wise

Words gone by

Time sold out

They forget

How free it was

How chained they are

You can teach a child

But the old are deaf

Who is better off?

In time we’ll forget