Look for Shame, Her Name... Life Can Be Praised in Many Different Circles, Kevin

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I think I woke up today.
Did you smell the sky when it was blue? It was great.
I think I can eat a ceiling fan blade.
I think it's June when it's February. He ha he.
Do you know a name like Shamus?

I'm gonna throw a bag like a rope.
I'm gonna throw a bag like a rope.
What was the line before that one?
What was the line before that one?
Do you know a name like Shameus?

I looked for Shame's bulbs on the Internet
a lot today.

I want to for give you, Seamus.
I really want to write that.
I wrote that.
I really want to forget that.
I really want to be better.

Other persons can never be me.
I can never be different from myself.
A present self can never be any other self.
A self may only ever guess at
being a different self. I defer.

I can totally see the tree.
I can always remember if I want to be her.

Sun. Camera. Digital. Film. CPUs. Fiber. Ether. Eye.
Sshee sleeps. 3 20-somethings do mediocre, lazy Yoga.
Shhee wakes. Shirts. Showers. Blink. Skin. Smile
if you want it.

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I think I thought about you as lonely.

He accused a Non-Toxic.

You wore the purple, quick black, checkered dress.

We are having fun with it.

We are Avril-Levinely go-gettering an upset.

You are thin, slim, slender, lithe, svelt, Super hot.

I click and enlarge. I point at tips and tops.

We are aging ourselves twice as fast as the alone.

The depths of this night, the bottom of my brain,

my sick fuzzy bones of dust groan,
I imagine healthy rain, my mind clean, and hope for tomorrow.

Y'all exclaim extravagant tangents exponentially;

I'll pray that they others keep makin' that good food, thank you.

Mercy.