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Hey! Shut up, and cut my grass. (Concrete) by horus8
Mowed for sanity. A lawn for the first time in nearly six years. Front and back, and even the sides. The grass tending ritual has not changed very much, but I have. We both needed water when it was all over. It, more so than I. Is There a noble meaning behind the act of grooming. It promotes blooming I'm assuming. I currently have a bloody hole in my stomach. That statement is telesematic. Being too analytical apparently does have a down side. Constantly worrying mentally has begun to surface physically. Guess that I should have respected more, the back seat, and kept my, trap shut, sewed my, lid shut Learned how to not say but-but I can't <typo> $grass$ ^^^^^^^^ He's swell, Cracked bell, It is all water, from the same well. What am I afraid of ? Disease carrying insects. Twilight zone on DVD in B&W. unaware of my filthy receptacle. Who, or what, I can and can't affect. I am going to take off while I still can. Being a complacent young man that can "coolit". With an exquisitely decorated oriental flip fan for Nero. I wonder how many years will pass by again before I stumble on another lawn that I'm forced to mow, water, hoe. Zero. Fascicle. Pure-blood. Topknot. Carbon 14. Antiparticle. Merry-go-round. Water-table. Incontrovertable. Chevalier. Pretzel. Suffocate. Abstractionalist. <can't you> <just let> <some shit> <not have> <to always> <be about> <god devil> <cunt cock> <nice sock> <just you> <thank you> For nothing, but that constantly evaporated feeling of receding, and diminishing into something else that has to do with you. You, and nothing else. Just you, yes, you. You, and yours, such wealth smiled stealth. I want to be you. Tell your people about you. Mock you! Say I know you, to tow you, around. I, your blessed shadow boxer burn out. Your elbows and knees exfoliated free. Then you'll see how you are the only one I see, I see, I see through your skirt, and flesh and marrow, I see... No worth in... Tommorrow... Without you... CUT! <{And violently rootless my love}> <{violent 'rootless' my lo-}> <{-lent 'rootless' my}> <{rootlessness'}> <{rootofmy}> <{ego}> ---

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