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As My Distance Grows
As the Death diameter distance grows this life pre pronounced decifers its knows and forms poignant figures into neat narrow rows, present now formats-how now brown scowls where the woodbine twinith in rainbow growls not withstanding all aforementioned woes. Been there, done that in our live human circus, side shows of sterling silver sin-aptic satires carnival Crestridge barking released rectifiers be still my domesticated heart, as I relieve my trivial tyrades, my socialized faux pas, A rigamortised marriage like a 3 wheeled carriage doomed and dumbed dreary and drowned before its start same to same name to name What's this Game? Who's to Blame? STOP A one legged man balanced on a broken tightrope, no net. Has matrimony reached a final conclusion; a once new doormat now abused by careless, muddy shoes? After a sentence of 34, bewildered lost abused and anal, I am no more. It's all coming back and I'm off that enmitous shelf-Hey Dave, it's me, your authentic-Self. Welcome back to the living I say. I write, I read I play help and think, now all may know my feces don't stink. To myself and others forever guided am I with Aphormistic Attitudes, Bodhi Beautitudes, Intellectual Interludes and Perspicacious Plentitudes. Be one with yrself, then all others.
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