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Thoughts of tremendous foreboding I am roaming. Sights in the sky so high. Right wrong routine to put on. Slope you’ll go down a slippery slope. Spiral down. Rap Rap Rap goes’ the reaper. Drip Drip Drip goes’ the Tap. As the sands of time never stop until this place there will be dropped a most enormous tab. Blot on the front of your cortex will, it will blind us all no not nostra dam Us all will be doomed like feeling as a paranoid android repeating as a parrot regurgitating puking old effects. There are the signs there are the sights so clearly to see there is your government quite clearly disenfranchising thee. I am here as you are here to see. Oh dear you may say what am I here to see. Surely surely you must see, see quite clearly what you are hear to be. To experience as much as you can possibly experience. To see as much as you can possibly see, hear feel do & conquer. Our old ways must be lost for ever. Injustify violence bigotry you could even pigeon-hole this to be the fault of the confines & constraints of our own doing. This is just & or even poetry with no constraints of reality only the bound skill of the artist & his pen only the constraints of our self’s. Only the lonely may be sad, sad with tears ebb ‘n’ flows the way you possibly goes spits ‘n’ spurts the insanity of your own downfall motion in your own emotions.
BITE ME!