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in a way i don't quite understand, LA, LA, all of LA, so i try to erase every test i excelled at, every contest I've won, every scholarship that fell in my lap and i call them lies and tricks of the times all because my growing up school was too hard, cold, prideful, boastful to attend to a developmentally age appropriate need i mighta had once upon a time innocent boyfriends. the Mayan clock calendar descends on a no air conditioning middle school hallway and robs you lifeless and blind. what was it? road construction to find groundwater and forget the road and forget the detour signs. I wonder in this town, city, state sometimes why we must haunt ourselves with the thought of spectacles and spectators and which suburb neighborhood or county can thriller-tonight with our deep dish specialty, October surprise. i'm not watching i don't quite have the subscription and seriously doubt a DSL connection could -the pitch!- be satisfying~
Did i tell you warn you trip you ? I did. i should have invited instead a little reverse psychology for your sense of the ideal. i worry so much about time and culpability and the mislaid sense of fairness. Ghost of Christmas... Scenario. I remain sorry despite it all which will build the wrong kind of wall. what Jung means by "the Self" lately is 5th dimensional. that's what i meant - it is praise, but like i said, this place is prideful and boastful and like the disappearing act, Brigadoon. i gotta wonder why i work so hard for something so purposefully impermanant . There's the rub. Take heed dear potential ophelia i we obviously got a case of the hamlet , its progressive-conservative mechanism of betrayal. Beat it. just beat it. but just don't leave me alone! (sigh)
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