I invented a dance it is called the velociraptor.

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2003-07-13 - 2:14 a.m.

how stupid i have been and surely will continue to be.

Arms raised to the welcoming committee,

impish to the half past

those without such imperfections will be the first to cast doubt and disbelief at were we some came to rest

lest we ignore how the year, like water has chipped and curved these edges we so meticulously formed,

redundant and so much more,

bits fall and flow right by willing yet empty eyes

sticking to the surface

scratching the delicate lining of our endurance

collecting in a flourish yet no swell comes to soothe them away,

a silent receiver bodes fair sailing today.

Do i even believe i had hands in this skirmish...

clicking in and out of this connection

checking so frequently my invention

i never bothered to mention,

how cumbersome i can be speaking now not only of on in sobriety.

through the leaking vent seeped my intentions.

I wish i could say you where something other than

not so easily do you slip out and away

from thoughts that grew from yesterday

i knew for this i'd pay if only to say

it was worth a try to be the acorn of your eye.

Watered down flavorings favorings stain my every attempt to a curse,

so i will pause and reverse to find my planting grounds stomping around needless to say

i was buried to quickly to deeply to face another blasting without foolishly rooting in ground that would not embrace me merely bitterly encase me for the time of my lack of seeing, knowing the sun would never grace my being, sinful little watcher, woeful little beggar, harmful little omitter.

treason to appease me such is life for the lowly pebble of the tree,

she will not wake unto me,

knowing all to well does she,

that i cannot make peace with my own uncertainty.

over analytical nihilist me.

.trip. - .fall. - .bounce. - .ashes ashes . - .we all. - .fall down.

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