Ok. So. For now, I am deciding to give up my -cets and drink. For now. To try an experiment. I will spend more time in contemplation of the little things. I will contemplate water in a glass and bubbles that rise to the top. Refractions of sad faces, furrows in foreheads multiplying and turning rainbow-like. I will think of clouds and their loose tendril edges, their soft pillow nature. I will puff them up in my mind and make it soft in there instead of anxious. I will not worry so much. I WILL NOT! Time for positive edges and outward reaching.
Sidewalks are splitting and cracking and sucking me into the under-vortexes and it is TOO MUCH FUN DOWN THERE! There is a fiend convention under the slabs, if only you will allow yourself to visit.
I will save my krunk for the weekends. I want to make loose bundles and hairy landscapes. Toast fabrications.
Wish me luck, as in good luck to me.
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Thank you for making me.
please do not burn me. if you do, please do not scrape me. I am fragile.
I am down under the sidewalk--having a blast!
That is where you belong Debunker--you low-life.
PD I am going to come down in a few minutes. Please oil your tail first, you little rascal.
I am ready. My tail is shaved and slick with walnut oil.
Stick me with your dark train. Fill my tunnels and only show green lights. A to the mutha f@#$%in' C, homeboy.
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