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Are You Jovial

Are you, could you ever be jovial And if so, how would that suit your true persona, your whole standing in life? No, I mean your true stature, the way you truly do feel. Would it be uplifting and pretty darn grand day in day out, with ok sure some setbacks here and there, and isn't that to be expected at the very least. Or, would there be a disconcerted what the what is going on, wickedness that bubbles up in the background of your small little guise of a life jovial means, nope that is not me, I got nothing totally figured out I don't know much, and yet still, I'm transfixed in total amazement jovial means, I am a zoo animal mailing it in, I am no zealot who screams, "Watch Me now", at the top of their lungs, as they imagine their private takeover of all the world. And what about the universe you ask, is it jovial? Do you secretly scream out, no, it is pure a Chaotic Freak Show, Well it could be. Statistically nobody has no math to figure that much out. There could be multiple universes after all. I just don't know. I would like to know more but I realize I can know only so much within any life Am I jovial, a jerkoff, an *******, or a scumbag? I choose to be jovial. given those choices.

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