Sunday, December 26, 2021

the day after Christmas, American Bourgeois

 I cannot wait,

or I will not wait.

I will wage war, dimes and seconds.

I might get drunk, red wine, no One knows.

It is a fervent mystery, awaiting the sun and the blackness.

Free from human relationships, I sit in the cool waiting, my desk, computer and friend's memory.

I sing a nothing to seem his mortal character, charisma, altruistic contribution.


Open the file, document

Sincerely wasted

a human's life

doctered

festered

festooned

umbrage

Divulge deluge okay aching a positive beguiling drugged venereal pleasure tyrannous demon dream of garrulous

Jumpstart friction home body

A failed reading

history mistaken

cum cunt you simulatte impressive regional favourites not Knowing They redeem


Foster a broken frigid timid really terrible

Kind Fact

Just wallow on her and his free death symbols

Here we wake

Ugly omniscient

Bloody gross

Ready for impatience

and creating for the What Is.


Then End.




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