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needing to catch up on all you did and do all day when i'm a signalless cellphone wanting connection yet told network not available so i give an f ing beep bleeped by poetry soup sipping dunked deep in the shallow waters of the gene puddle speaking without reading fundamentalists that ain't very fun to be with be cause they only believe in what simply what but not who or the words they never nor ever even read and yet cast the first proverbial stone only to find that i found it laying on the ground and decided to throw it back three times harder then first thrown hoping to draw blood from bleeding hearts starting to boil my own holy water but for potatoes of Irish soup where truth be told they eat from the mundane golden arches everyday the same with every day so may i have some tomatoes to taste the bitterness of red rage that i've brought forth though preferring pepper i will salt their wounds while trying to apply ketchup condenscendingly