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A rough exercise from yesteryear…but it says enough

I am not the dork. I am not the spoon on the plate. I am not the loner in the closet looking for a celibate. I am just the man with a brain living in a neurotique. I am normal fit, cool to a chance. I am visual, attractive to hype. I am elemental, experienced to soil. I am thinky, from tonic. I am calculated, risky to chance. I am warm, angry against her. I am cold, hard to comfort. I am difficult, raged to obtuse. I am bitter, to only vent. I am charming to choosier circumstance. I am pensive to a soul. I am maudlin to night. I am a lover. I am a pugilist for need. I am brutal in words and without fights. I am jagged to slipped bloody feet. I am experienced to scar tissue. I am co…

A rough exercise from yesteryear…but it says enough

I am not the dork. I am not the spoon on the plate. I am not the loner in the closet looking for a celibate. I am just the man with a brain living in a neurotique. I am normal fit, cool to a chance. I am visual, attractive to hype. I am elemental, experienced to soil. I am thinky, from tonic. I am calculated, risky to chance. I am warm, angry against her. I am cold, hard to comfort. I am difficult, raged to obtuse. I am bitter, to only vent. I am charming to choosier circumstance. I am pensive to a soul. I am maudlin to night. I am a lover. I am a pugilist for need. I am brutal in words and without fights. I am jagged to slipped bloody feet. I am experienced to scar tissue. I am colored by legacy. I am proud by lineage. I am shy to calamity. I am forthright for sanity. I am used. I am abused. I am a person with famine. I am a person with burn. I am man slight with courage. I am brave in fire. I am devout in congress. I am devout in opines. I am a stone. I am “erâ. I am a contraction of theory. I am a romantic of actuality. I am that I am. I am Popeye. I am my eye. I am I. I am. I yam of I. I yam I. Eye am Eye. Eye am I. Eye yam I. I am not the spoon. I am not even the Spork. I am not silverware. I am naked. I am a bear. I am a grizzly bare. I am hairy like mammals. I am worthless like garbage. I am the bares garbage. I am scavenged bits. I am a soup of cabbage. I am a stew of hearty flavorless meet. I am a date waiting. I am a choice encounter with a filet mignon. I am a waiting minion. I am just enough for service. I am a prayer service. I am in prayer over thought. I am in thought. I am the thinker with images. I am a man with edges. I am a picture of passing. I am a Kodak. I am an act. I am that I am. I yam an actor. I am a warrior without a battle. I am a gift without a recipient. I am a wishing well. I am a well without a known depth to me. I am a spring beyond beam. I am a darkness of ambiguity in the eye yam. I am a lightless unknown with a world of adaptation. I am just every one. I am just someone. I am an odd number, just like some other ones. I am not even. I am functional and different than the meat counter machine with numbers. I am a knot in a grocery store. I am a whim with mirth. I am a person of birth. I am a brain living in tonic. I am not simple. I am a commoner. I am not the average. I am supersonic, and monosyllabic. I am not the great gasp of me. I am not the grapes of a winery path. I am not a road to chose. I am not a moment catching the waking whiskey drinking sty. I am a midnight punch drinking blinker. I am the turn signal of thinking. I am a man with a restless hitchhiked soul. I am a born again without ever being born. I am a cognizant from the get go. I am a driver before a walker, a racer before a crawler, a sprinkler before a lawn. I am a sunset kind of youth, an emotional acid. I am a loyal pen, for every yam, eye am a word for what I am. I am a squinting eye. I am not the highest, nor the slowest; I am a beast of my own burden. I am a structure of my own politic. I am crazy like everyone in our own weigh. I yam that eye yam in my Owen weigh.