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a bloody big dream porhaps. mmlike i'm having these short sided impulses- pulsing with the burn of some repulsive afterglow in effect for the latter of two wills, with semi seizures thrilling absence of explosion's deathly pull i hold appeasel stay at ease, on the edge of my seat retreat for a cause i dare not speak to repeat the thought the train of course that leaves myself in wreckage . at the slightest tad of dis. and this be, a whole new era of some pricy $hit the same old $hit i've dealt for years beknownst and unto me, facsimile, of my own accord, ance, recording stillness in the stiffness of measures unforsaken by whats spaken to bee heards. herding the nonsense into a sixpence pie and tossing gently into the face of god, BWAHARRR, dun get me wrawng i love my pain. and winter breaks my heart and rightfully so, it brings me a joy a can elsewhere never find. rebinding the book for a whole new era of sh#t that never heard the sound of speak till pages peaked their way out of a broken spine, rages rapturing the lasst of a past i've yet to let find me. facsimile, of my own accord. my chord my board, of walking stiff into the shallows of the gallows end to reach me wicked right, like the opposition is the saving grace that i once faced to die, but then a whole new door, to a whole new realm, of god and other toils of nonsense i can't even provide let alone confide in. let alone reside in, let alone take part in but it''s a start, apart from something i've tread in a past that's yet to find me still, awaiting the saving grace of a whole new face each day, no, each hour, hell no eeben each gosh darn minute.miynoot, it seems when the seams break, but ever only on my own time, my very own accord. ance.