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OMG this is what I think as I am reading? 
thus pus poems and yes they stink
simple in word mire contrivances with 
rancid rhyme scheme redundants that
exude explanatory expectorants spouting 
word wormy willy wally whilst wonk wails 
worthless words in causal clits of  
I am incapabable of anything most
memorible when it comes to life 
meaning lifes intangible intelligibles. 
F ing fool u as I was born in an unequal era arrogant
everborn semconscious socio contusional convergence
inequital unequal excess dislove leaning to 
a lasting deliverence of mitro mentor
mix myer civil centrex centroid given youth
pre parameters of ego premise practices
premessing presupposed prepost prenatal
practices primal graven to anex-toid
anti gravitational antics creating anti dread devotional
deadanoids leading to love laughing livid comosites
close clamoring clitioids closing. I see you myself ever
immerselfserved into incompliant incomplete 
innate innane mysterious 
mischief motif monsters migrant millitant 
miracles selfie seeking a locus of central cataycalm so 
sensual specific seed spread solitarily sanctified 
I really feel the anti realm of my outer locus to that of
big bang agression theory all cliches abounde
all u r i what u r,  time is as time does, any beginning
equals the end, age is any number that begins
and ends in itself, capture all that 8s within u as u 
speaklive and lay down to what is that's within. In/Ex
unbound moron based miniature mound beliefs. 
See sound words whisper a new beginning
if u can hear the silent syllables deliverent 
deafening neonotes narrating the never reverent
ratio rational retro riotious ego endeavors
duro doldrum desires dictating a dildo dactic 
death demeanor diligent in exto entrail enterprise
exiting exile exams. 
Catch me in a canned celluolo compromise as I
resi reside in my words of within meaningfeelingfallingdeath.
Piss off all that u and yrs hold in a sophomoric poetic outercompliance. 
FV is the only answer
in its psuedorealself contrivance of wordthoughtselflessness. 
Rough me in your inner/outer/subcountenant semiconsciousness above all elses
that enterprises your silly itselfs in all that doeses and doesnts comprise in nothing 
that causes u, us  to extreme exist. 
We r not read real, we don't exist, we only dream and the dream is only us.
and what is a dream?  A subconscious denial of reality in terms of Death, denial, droneromanticism in a digital homicide yet ill incomplete. Take a byte.
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