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i don t wanna break my legs

runnin'

I do not want to be 2 years old for another year.

If you eat the public, you can tell them to do that.

I am listening to When Sunny Gets Blue by McCoy Tyner on Kamasi Washington Spotify radio. I smiled and got teary-eyed and thought that the music is beautiful. Kind of melancholy and nostalgia

kind sweet

like black coffee

bars in bones

twist crunch - Christ Church

relocate separate

skin covered, apology

night elsewhere

long hour hand

A 3.2 inch hair tickles the most lateral nerves on the human ear, and her name of choice is Delphi or Sigma

I never regret what cannot be best


Amaryllis

the drive way

23 feet from the front door

8:30 AM

stuck

locked

sky dirt

sleep stand

dancing un-visiable

cold enough

follow bloom

song tick

rake slip

crick drop

crack flake

pierce sway stroke dim flip squeeze

let loose

lose

solid

back

again

still

Earth

warm

I ask the time i am sitting through and beyond to end

I take a second from growing particle awareness the only balk trying Jinks western question firm Noble marble trees full of red blood the tip top The graph asymptote always almost Zero To get closer to know where and how I will represent the ever-complete Photograph of Joy and Peace, And give Pete a chance, Grey Beer Flows into the Gut, He pisses a Gravestone, I light up the Cloudy Eyeballs, My magic touches the feelings of Human freedom and choice, Give Gift

Dole Music

Sanctify Tool Breath

Old Create

Win

The end

The all

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