If their were enough cigarettes and comics in the world for the both of us I would say to you... It is okay... no problem chief... Lets live happily ever after... But since the Corporatacrisssssssis says there isn't I am kinda mad that you expect my children to fight over there and not yours...
Here is a nine line answer to your dilemma...
Dance to the glory-filled anxiety
screams inside your head smell
the putrid scents of a malt-beverage
Extend your thinking to the expansions
beyond just the structure that you
live and feel along the delirious
nutrition you cannot acquire
Mind scapes--knee scrapes tumbling
passion of confusion trying
desperately to detach from
delusion...
You've been giving me the same lines...
By Deborah Godinez ©
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