Class Or Claaasse'

Class or Claaassee! Night owl with an open circumstance fears from blue neglect with the rages of unfortunate idealisms---“why don’t you”---a nag nag nag sequence, fosters an arm’s length gaze glance I peer through picket fence fingers, while tongue depressing hop to it emo euphemisms to gag your elementary gesture fantasies with lurking adult ill-ustrated gonatitudes, (egoenvy) in full glee—“I don’t care---but then what if”---and would even believe me if I tried to tell you the truth, you don’t want to touch in mind. I fail to the order of kindergartenal suicide and prose my character to mold your moods in one tenth hope of a swelled down deep particle secret desire. Take it for what it is and not think to misabandon, stop, look and feelisten. Your neighbor is only good as you. Plain simple downdeep and bittersweet bliss bias but for—lorn fortunate to at least gain a Goldilocks glimpse into your uncouth vascular unconscious. Given a mathetical, grammitical ½ chance I may re-le-learn a think or 2 times nothing and----------------------hey, gimme me a hecka break as he/she in razed eyebrows in an eduillusion exactimum? Well, yea!