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Ourcrazymodern?, is one.
So am I.
So are you.
Why do you think, the dalai lama,
laughs so much?
We are all the genius of ourselves.
Then it's scarf three hot-dogs..two beers..and skinny dip,
and dive through the inner-tube. (watchout for that pokey valve thingie)
then as we lay in bed after a full day,
the thoughts and impressions play most perfectly disjointed.
I tried to talk to my third grade teacher about these thought patterns.
I could sense her skin quivering. She yearned to connect with me wholly.
I understand the constrictures she was bound by..in 1966.
When she looked into my eyes,
and I looked into hers,
the understanding bound us forever.
We smiled a knowing guileless rapture.
FUCKING....umm also.
oh.. junk food too, ..actually my favorite is to eat a tablespoon
of butter, S L O W L Y...
ya still readin' this?
hey..that's tepid shit.
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