June 12, 2009
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#1942
if i don’t miss the time before i know now, how could i dread the ending’s edge somehow? in this stretchy version, the moron cavernously wanders why he is so sad for sorrow, or tomorrow, or borrow; to never get back that that that never even came. i’m speaking to you, of course, through the wanderings of my mind’s mine…kaboom then curses came! the canaries was OMG too scary even though their backs were ooh too hairy with yellow shades of wary, to warn of a hard broiled …too contrary.
the now is the never. the never is the ever. for too, about and purposed with one thing in mind. that thems what killed ‘em down at the show, but left the bleacher crawls shivering for snow, is what will be thy name and thus with fuss and muss, thy kingdom same, whose will will willed dun BBBelow, on berth as it lacks in headroom. ame…ahem..rica.
i won’t go on anymore tonight, though i should with you while i’m in sight, but won’t so don’t even take that flight, to towns and cuntries worth nay their might, until you and is find what’s so right, with nothing at all in fogged up light. peace & praise & fellowship tonight.
we’ll see yuns in church!
-dick
