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He/I/they/all/we/none knowing sit/sats he/she thoughts he/she witnessed he/she held a behold as to what the hell a corporeal ring of things once unbeknowinest to him/her was about,: thought provoking, yet undeterminate in any reason with confusion and actions to be taken latitude aforementioned. Realm provocative, nature unrevealed, discourses unknown, he/she levitates into a past/present/future/never neural pattern of once both visited/nonvisited rerun renouns. Here? How?Why? When/Where?/There? Somewhere? Duh?WTFDIM??? In past times, I was you/you were me/we were someone else and back again hopelessly compliant in multiple diverse deeds aplenty aprised? Pissed-offed wet/wild catagories counting the numerous soundsicksocimages that revealed a justintime divine palate of cool round reverberates; then we whistled down a done did musical miracle of musical intude/interludes that carry nary a long winding road to all that matters is love to my/your entrailed sense sensibilities disembowled; to a good note neglienet/never everpresent; earial with a deaf donating dull dance to the all good nestled nill nap noises in that dogmatic/schematic/pragmatic/bombastic revive a vacant vestibule redundant reverence of a oneself/yourself/themseself/no/knowself in gathered gonadal grimaced givenances, hereto presents a solosexual splentitude/quietude/attitude of exstatic nomenclatural compassionates, that ever endure coital/copious coagulating mind/mendful miracle moments mildly monitoring/mentoring mystical memories deep in neural notices that speak to their theoritical thematic throngs tipping tormentally tragic transit times tailored to typical trinsic tactile truamatic tintilating tantilizing tractic trips dildo done in their intrepid individual love licenses pushing plush intensities all/none to be too painful/passionate yeilding a no/nonsense copious clitorial connection of forlorn flesh facets and spiritual spit hopeless unwindings the present a postulate past/present/future/never/love/love unaffair. Where did it go? How does Love die? Disenegrate? Degredate? Postulate?Uncopulate? Insulate? In another world years spent co/everything that matters in life/death/bills/emotions/children and even dependence in an ugly frame of reference; we cursor live unaccompanied by each other in a post anti political/socio/viagara/cialis dual bathtub inconsequential; thank all the concrete idiots who push any/allpharamaco/disasters of semen seguing to a liqid lifetime of sexual sanctioned answers, yet vocally viable and vice visible though weatherworn, release a torrent of illaged multi-wrinkled wasted wonkas on the surface deep of us boomers that make the ultimate sociodomestico difference a generational anti compliant an establishment indifference idiocracy indescent, (My soul remains intact thinking youthful of myself and my sons and the time given to their welfare and the love that shapes my heart whenever I thin k of them.) but old in it's alter/inner/outer significance of the somewhat unreliant, unrealized coutenance of youth vs the powers of then, adults personnified from their generation of war, social impotence and the forgotten wishful wisdoms of ages beyond measure gleam with their intrepid experiences of ageless living. No one asks or are interested in the elements of a putrid existance and yr confession to date neither saves your stripped soul from it's life's ill ignorance; that your alter ego/egos with their/its incredible heretofores, spout any real man/woman wisdom heralded of any pre/post pro/announced inheritance to climb spiritually to the next human level by and large minus the youth, their waste of thought, time and ill for a rememberance/prevelance of moments gone/yet by, but given to the prowess that future envises, unless u r from our loins to be boomer blessed. Time tells the crapworn tale and makes liars/creeps of us all. We are all the same size lying down ma'am. Take it to court, counselor. Guility/not guility.
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