update, she came.

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lets side track:


A: she's grabbing a hamburger from joint B

B: she's divulging the sheets with pleasant dreams

C: she's off in Finland.



faking fake fakish fain: hm?
oh what no sense make no?

hm
no understand no?
no deep no?

well now finishing off the deep phrase cracking fish
i found a stream of like-minded air-suckers
and they gave me this idea of freedom
from age and importance


and involving myself in things such as allpoetry.com
which for a fact
is damaging my health from worrying too much
no?


so she go off in space writing lyrics of mind
but never shall they settle no
its not fun that way

i'm going to keep stirring small fry around with sushi
i'm going to walk down the forests of andrew's park
and imagine sliding down the irish waterfalls of doom

the mess of urine and spit flowing down the creek
i will forget for a second.
i still think about you, no? all the time no?

yes but i'm sure that is not mutual.
no i am almost positive you are still lovely with mr tall and lanky hm?

but if i can keep moving i think the leftovers will grow to be whole again
we'll breathe and enjoy our lives for the small lapse of time separated

then when they all come back
i shall welcome them with healthy open arms
  and swollen eyes.

thoughts...
i must take a shower tomorrow
very deep and general no?

deep feelings.....! !! that part's for you, madi.