In the Fecal Folly of the Scheme of Things Puke Poetic, Sorry

OMG this is what I think as I am reading? thus pus poems and yes they stink simple in word mire contrivances with rancid rhyme scheme redundants that exude explanatory expectorants spouting word wormy willy wally whilst wonk wails worthless words in causal clits of I am incapabable of anything most memorible when it comes to life meaning lifes intangible intelligibles. F ing fool u as I was born in an unequal era arrogant everborn semconscious socio contusional convergence inequital unequal excess dislove leaning to a lasting deliverence of mitro mentor mix myer civil centrex centroid given youth pre parameters of ego premise practices premessing presupposed prepost prenatal practices primal graven to anex-toid anti gravitational antics creating anti dread devotional deadanoids leading to love laughing livid comosites close clamoring clitioids closing. I see you myself ever immerselfserved into incompliant incomplete innate innane mysterious mischief motif monsters migrant millitant miracles selfie seeking a locus of central cataycalm so sensual specific seed spread solitarily sanctified I really feel the anti realm of my outer locus to that of big bang agression theory all cliches abounde all u r i what u r, time is as time does, any beginning equals the end, age is any number that begins and ends in itself, capture all that 8s within u as u speaklive and lay down to what is that's within. In/Ex unbound moron based miniature mound beliefs. See sound words whisper a new beginning if u can hear the silent syllables deliverent deafening neonotes narrating the never reverent ratio rational retro riotious ego endeavors duro doldrum desires dictating a ***** dactic death demeanor diligent in exto entrail enterprise exiting exile exams. Catch me in a canned celluolo compromise as I resi reside in my words of within meaningfeelingfallingdeath. Piss off all that u and yrs hold in a sophomoric poetic outercompliance. FV is the only answer in its psuedorealself contrivance of wordthoughtselflessness. Rough me in your inner/outer/subcountenant semiconsciousness above all elses that enterprises your silly itselfs in all that doeses and doesnts comprise in nothing that causes u, us to extreme exist. We r not read real, we don't exist, we only dream and the dream is only us. and what is a dream? A subconscious denial of reality in terms of Death, denial, droneromanticism in a digital homicide yet ill incomplete. Take a byte.