Aprill 30
Aprill 30
Worry is a Wedge
Life is Les Miserables we look in fear into dark places all the Kings horses and all the kings men eye found a broken egg and shook the side of the sack three times in vain thinking it was hard broiled and yet it had no weight when eye finally saw it upp close it was only an empty eggshell no matter how much we love it is only a one way street the heart upon the sleeve leads me not into temperance or temper tantrums or temptations but too depression compression for no one can really love you as much as you think you still can love them it is what it is shoes upon my feet and bread and water too remember my imprisonmeant eye still crave meat to eat a fix like a dog gets eye eat the part they knoe knot off on the slanted plate like John the Baptist Silver Salver awaiting the coming of the Jesus or yet could it now be the coming of the 666 to end humanity the head too them now too become the dead poet a fitting end for eye a perfect diatribe the tribulation wedge me into WORRY
Aprill 30
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