"the wrong they built you up and soaz they tare the
wrong you down and prolly part of the you still standing trying to slippery clutch:
'it''ll be okay…'"
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w:n:g
lurked this time not without knowledge or as in he don't recall by now the former.
as the one tracking each crumb or falling face down first or skull backwards into each blacked moment of pathos or just skip a head, man:
as wang:trak or the win ged nutt terriffik or any that was scripted before in this exact real book of words this hand is typing from [literally- so keeping that in mind and being careful what you wish to grab for there are such things as internal maps to each the writer: navigation is not so easy in other folks' fairy tales as times grow long and short at the same time.]
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THIS WAS A NEW LURK.
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a new emulsified eruption: and yet the same list number scratched but duey still beckoning urging yearning calling screaming provoking "you".
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[in other arid places this half well built song was ringing out but it was dull to the the half well hearing ear:

"a house divided cannot stand"[un-inserted knowledge too sick for any ear] it can crawl
on all four hands off yer dark landz: be carefull whoze freshly cut lumber you stole from. son.
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SoON a Good Editor would need to Look Into That Lovingly. This had already happened well before Today but after all, tis is just a journal. Still, Be careful, passengers. For always, The provoking is present.
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and yet still Even More So ALways
Always "It'll Be Okay…"
>>>> Love Lasts Big Force <<<<

DR. KING!