Sunday, May 27, 2007

item #1178

Hey. Naturally, I'm not into the complexities of some sliding egg of justice. I tip the scales from my eyes, pork-swording as I go. I am endangered. I pull up my knitted Socratics, over blood suede shoes. Funny...? Perhaps, but please understand this abnegation is operated on a need for need basis. It is. It is. It really is. I dog eat dog. I do. I do. I really do. Control comes easy to me. But I feel this might change, home on the page. Someone special approaches me. I have, what I call, experiences. Fact. I do. I do. I really do. I am ever more particular. Kiss my arse, rimmer rimnastics. Is there consideration about??? Is it too much to ask? With all due respect, how can one explain oneself with words?


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