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My attitude is fine

Stop shouting, start sitting, mind your manners. I know The wolf was a good track to eat cake on, I can't believe I waste so much of my time and others.

I don't care that I do this. My Name is Earnest, I have Cancer. I'm risky and my middle name resists responsibility.

I can't share what's on my mind, when logic is like a shovel to me. ANd I can't work on it, I can't pay attention. Figure speech:Fuckin Do whips.

What does that mean? Innervision. What does that need? Corrosion. How are you Impatient. I'm on drugs Donught. Ccan you engage?

 

And it's important to remember Time after Time as would Time, inside Time, around Time. That's matter o' fact I can't Engage. I don't know what that needs.

Where is he going with this? It never stops! Sharing your tongue. I never! I Never I Time I time I time I TIme I time IT whines on my shoulder, like fuck you prego I hate Pornagraphy There's nothing here, just time, Just I time, Just I sign.

 

My attitude is fine

Stop shouting, start sitting, mind your manners. I know The wolf was a good track to eat cake on, I can't believe I waste so much of my time and others.

I don't care that I do this. My Name is Earnest, I have Cancer. I'm risky and my middle name resists responsibility.

I can't share what's on my mind, when logic is like a shovel to me. ANd I can't work on it, I can't pay attention. Figure speech:Fuckin Do whips.

What does that mean? Innervision. What does that need? Corrosion. How are you Impatient. I'm on drugs Donught. Ccan you engage?

 

And it's important to remember Time after Time as would Time, inside Time, around Time. That's matter o' fact I can't Engage. I don't know what that needs.

Where is he going with this? It never stops! Sharing your tongue. I never! I Never I Time I time I time I TIme I time IT whines on my shoulder, like fuck you prego I hate Pornagraphy There's nothing here, just time, Just I time, Just I sign.

 

This is about forgetting, about a home that has ruined itself. As a white hound tends to his elliptical leaves, trimming the spots that come out too hard, with an older composer that could wear the hell out of a tuxedo even though his sister in law slept around the city hall that kept on maneuvering in and out of thin hallways adorned with faintly red spider webs. Holding up a register of mystery's that made you want to be more interesting then you already could have plugged in a few records which would sum up the last relationship you had already condemned, pushing the snow from the center of the brass tub who had edited versions of an old composers old tuxedo. Chopped up a fish with a sharp spoon, made a dish that sat on the head of an erect diagram, so that the head of a flaccid hunter could come screaming to a switched up stop.

I'm being led by lions.

I'm beginning to believe I don't like this place.