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Wise Postulations of Existance For the Damned

Wise Postulations of Existance for The Damned Solitude the pathway for self authentication Interludes of what to say in the process of individuation Attitudes of slow decay born from ill-considerations Platitudes in early May about spring time commiserations Various forms of entropy existing in the atmosphere Precarious storms of ignomy resisting the biosphere Nefarious swarms of privacy persisting through the tears Hillarious warns the indignity insisting on perpetuating fears Beached whales lined up on a distant shore Reached sales upon the warehouse floor Teach the fails to hit the target and never ask for more Leaches, sails, newts and artists that ask what it’s all really for ? Conversations of resistance behind a beer soaked bar Invocations of insistence as the joke has gone too far Intonations of coincidence upon the backseat of his car Renovations of pure self-defense as we defend all that we are Monumental distortions of reality and truth Consequential misfortunes and an entirely misspent youth Environmental disproportions stretched beyond scientific proof Coincidental extortions of the law by the criminally uncouth Complimentary postulations about what it means to be a wife Reudimentary indignations about how not to live your life Sedimentary geographic formations as the earth increases in strife Elementary imitations of a rare collection knife Swearing on a stack of Bibles that you’re not telling a lie Waiting for a revival as the earth begins to die Stating a perfect recital as what’s worse for both your eyes Integrating what is vital before you evolve into becoming wise Copywrite Elizabeth Moroz 2023

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Date: 7/21/2023 11:43:00 AM
My newt has only recently been lamenting the loss of the rainforest. It's rough
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