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Little ball like universe. Rolling momenting topsy turvy and fumbling .
The smoke, the lofty idea the vapor of intent, a whiff maybe. More of a vertical cumulus. Partitions of space made of particulates floating in place. Wherever the winds takes them.
That hasn't worked over the decades. Ni gauze for such a wound. Pun intended. There's waves of complaints and whining galore. But I'm quiet and wishing I had more
And now with a little grace period before I really feel it, I think with silence, a hum of tempo, and the tone that says I'm out of time. I fight the urge go over everything that hasn't worked in
Yeah I wanted to write about something else and not be timed but no. Nothing serious just venting cause it's that time.
I lost my car last week. It was what was working
I had a great metaphor parrellel and then I turned away. I was in need of more than 60 secs and now I know a way to get it . Will learn , grow and do better the next time
Needed for my wounds. It's not doneits accompanied by fasteners and or tape. Couple days later it stinks needs changing attention.kind I mentally
Trill as in too real or 3x real or whatever else you could extrapolate. It's not a good world to trigger the flood gates of literacy. Idk have you hade one those type of burger
A guy says he wrote a song I know . I don't know him though. This a well respected alley of information. Brand new to everything I hear him out. I
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