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Dear god,
Dont know if you noticed,
But your name is on a lot of quotes in this book.
Us crazy humans wrote it, you should take a look

Walk out to the middle of the street, here comes the scissor.
Scissor meets hair, hair meets sidewalk, kisses lays bag.
Fruitful, mourning instances wrapped around the almost.

Escape plans knotted up in the low expectations of others.
Figuring out slowly that I have no grasp on what i'm attempting to accomplish.
Accomplish standard. Figure i'd be better with idiocy in hand, rawkin' out the lines amongst the idiocy.
Question back, the idiocy unfruitful. Previous attempts left with an empty standard.
Drink, baby drink.

Bald headed peeling back the disguise. Clip, clip, chop chop.
Mirror says oh hell no. Clamps onto the implausiblity. Fucks me up with nevers.

Good.