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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I live,lie, remember, coincide, differentiate, comply, unengage and elder scope/scape/surrender of an ageinal inconsequence, defined by a truthful social ever structure of age copius indifferent indignence. I love the interplay as when it plays itself out to their post war interims, they are us and their children are the "them". Fogotten, out of place, yet pushing their inner/outer cultural, "of cooler than now propriority, that tomorrow negates that ever American set culture value of follow the leaders, WTH matters? Space, time, war, atomic consequence, Fascism, Communism, Americanism, Earthism, WTFI??? Y can't we all just take a step back, evulate the scope of all relevant planetary issues, get together and FIX all that intertwines the stupid, intrepid, anxious, ridiculous, monetary, human, potential for good and solvency as prescribed by the powers at be. Here, u r on yr own. This is where we live; I wasn't asked to be born, my sons did not asked to be here. So what am i to decipher from this patten, scripture, plan from whatever, other divine intervention, that seeks to be ring us together, to lay the groundwork for our future and to house all things Godlike, past, present, future. Can I rely, believe, contemplate, restore, evaluate, bely, and finally accept, denote, and comply to the final abrition that God is God and I am nothing but a weary, insigificant mortral, without reproach, miniscule, a human nothing, so as to redeem myself as a postitve humannnnn being in the realm of your acquired aerial acceptance? Where do I, can I, will I go to/from here given the pretenses of my gladular pexperiences sometimes of a never of ever goodness. Needs to be met, without a real doubt of immediate conscience. Cum and go. Can I rise to that promised premise? NAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! Thanks, probably not.
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