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We don't cry because we are sad, we don't. We cry because we don't understand.

it was inspiring millions and millions...of all the dawns; i wringed them of beauty just to soak in it perhaps massage my scalp in the heaven my toes set camp amoung the grains and cooled;and blew a frizzy morning i was planted and i felt home it was here, it was the seascapes spanning a film of memory it was the calmings of wind journeys it was the dry mind and the dampened soul the dirty foam and the clean skin of the ocean it was here but my eyes were always fixed, and blinded, and Tranced...

1. air s a filler acting a numb slayer slicing lungs 2. dirt is encryption frump-no, slump scape ;Godly. 3. eyes on top of the world...view bottomly as statuesque radars 4. humane humans non-existant; prefixes trick 5. Mr. Finn does good deeds with Sharp[ie] tongues (presently so) 6. ties tight knot sewn with power cloth bred for trumpery

It's the Truman Show all over again it seems they're reading lines for me it seems they starched their smiles they walk with perfect paces, performing a friendly goose step in honor of me they walk with clouds, floating effortlessly over the unneeded pavement they walk with hips, making their legs.knees.feet.toes.brain obsolete they walk with jittering hands, that perform puppetteer's work they walk with agile necks, that can spin too fast and they do not walk they seat me on the comphiest co...

I crawl upon the ones of tens of hundreds of Lavander's work, be it leaf or petal, be it pleaf or letal Sapphire may be in our veins but smooth a ruby look-a-like It is the job of glaciers to mother and they will abandon us All respecting spartan sportists will leave post All chosen leaders will blow smoke All pastures will upside-dead All choirsmen are tools in Satan's shed God forbid a change as the Lavander's brown up and my crawl is made crunch God forbid