Silent Math

I fret a bit just to appease this timeless seam. I am terse and argumentative -- for the moment anyway. Someone may realize the determination on my lips as I skip across the sea to see the abdominal crystals that later account for nothing but, a logical blindness. I am upheaved and doubtless encounters with those I find irritating are on their way. Bastards. B-ass-tards. I twinkle in light, that does not exist, reminiscing amongst the tweaked out and barred beyond an inquisition of a sailor or brethren... I saunter... I enjoy. But taken back a step to see that you and I are really just a mudflap on an old tractor trailor hitch. Hitchin' along, pitchin' along, twitchin' along, bitchin' a long, long time ago... I adhere to what is there, but do not stick around for your queue. I would like to bathe in the limelight just as when I was covered in powder... a light shade of blue. It was lovely then.

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