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and I cry

and I cry

and I cry, but when still only for you

a love yet blind, lowly a brave cause for lowly inclinded

far from my own or my self, so none of me

how can you know what this ache of a thing

like lost in white sky, no ahead, or behind, I am swallowed and

if not try then to have kept , for , my love, though he goes out in a silent goodbye

though, his return, never failing to make himself a true digressions hypothesis

nor on to go, off to something like a not so place as this

I die, almost loud enough a feeling , or sensation burning up in a bursting brigade

color apparent a day or so ago had left in much saturation and lively

is it fear, I'm just a stagnant kind of a thing now lately

stuck exposed so hope that way may all be ceasing not if all already gone

I can't fight, I have no more debates

but it still grows and pains me from me core

To my self , seen , I witness the victim in the shelter that born it

is a shell going pale, and uglier with mashed sun sports and lines by more lines by my mouth and eyes, and lord only knows, if that

no fret, that it's scorn, and scornful through all of this one of me

through is through, both internal and all the other, like a smothering wisp or spiders web or a left kiss

I don't have enough to sir

safely as a friend and right believer

like I am the easy type of things that break peace from as much as the wind

the way I see it is, the only way I know I am me, still has the breathing and motions from herself

in essence, a more robust way of these, I see you , the rest, people and all of these thems

I see them as one, a big brown , hugely and grand so that way it's both

It's the tree in the old small town parks

They have low, long , sloped branches

Like a hammock, perfect to climb and find all its adventures

however moreover, I won't say just a morbid pity out for the way the fellow reminds me so already

yet to be a leaf, may I know the reason, and truth , I do so say anyway then, that it is me

must firstly be the tree that a new origin made come

and come, it goes with itself to and fro

breaking the cord slowly, the wind as imposing

it goes, it's lost

forever though, descentigrating thin to thin

until just stem, and so on dust flakes

In its way .Ike the angels

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rite rite and alive tho still #bigugh

- Evelyn Waugh, from Brideshead Revisited (1945)

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Dune Messiah by Frank Herbert, 1972 edition, with cover by Bruce Pennington.

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I didn't want to lose my mind and it get this way and you know I don't have a lot more than a few tricks and things.i hate, I hate you see me this way whatsoever no buts or whatever. The odds indubitably never move or vary. Fat chance, puns and anything else I could possibly. No, I will morelikely pry and nitpick until I run the limits for annoying as it may very well, meaning yes, it possibly may take nearnothing.

I won't sayit was hard making it this far. And well shit, you sure make it easy. How could you stand there and wo Der.

Yourea fool, no offense. Not in a too much kind of shape of the way.

One ticket, call it trinket, you despicable ornament on myever just never imaginary dust acquired shelf. I don't care little boy, yoube that way. Matterfactly, mister dafty wuss and a few other things. Perhaps one of these theses , I mean, what I'm saying, I'm not trying however hard for the one of these days. Why huh why I figured you would. Maybe you're truly sure you can be good , forever . No negotiating you know, so don't even try and make it work taking the one shallower way. Say I'm not making sense, and ask what I'm saying.

I could guess in truth you can't seem to care.

I could hit you right now. You know that , too. Admit it , I'm not puffing up with that, in my shoulders. I don't know if it is been ending you relating and misperceiving my make of a way.

I figured you knew I do care. Non stopping , you should believe me I'd like to hope, too. You're not just a guy, you know, li,e I sort of am. Ina big big way. It really sucks, and you hurt me. And you deserved to know. You did back when, the morning we first parted our ways.

I meanthat I figured it wouldn't hurt to get stuck miserably alone with you in my brain, all day,

Until I managed to make it happen again, I knew it was obvious. I knew something bad , and mean a d evil was going to soon, atleast like no time. True torture and moreover especially unfairly no fair in fairness and to us to one another.

I thought I tried to show you the way. But I didn't see that you had any idea so basically none

And I will be the bitch stick in the mud and lady that didn't knowhow to be the one first to hold on to her lover as tight as she wished. I was deluded by the love I found in you, and fuc,Ed it all up neglecting the basic idea to not ever after then never let you be all alone, and on your lonesome with him.

If it's cool, I'd like to love dropping it. If not that, for maybe if my purpose comes close so I can figure out how to, maybe you're truly sure you were not being mean, but when it comes to this one of all your surely plentiful and Abundant of these. I stopping changed all the things of the rest. I bet , you probably never tell me, that wasn't even the first thing that came to your mind about me and my way I loved you and fee.ing it going g away.

Boy I know you hated everleavong, e . You can try and play. "I fell in love" sure you did slic,thinking God just makes it thatway.i guess I don't know how to blame you.

Any guess about what you saw, I'm confidently going to simply decline and make it one of two ways, its which, you know, if determining ever mattered to begin with

IIf it's not a problem but still a hopeless waste of time.

I'll just ask then again then. Perdon me, I mean actually no. That's funny still little though.

My former acquaintance, fuck is better to hear dearly, than my love. Maybe former. Is that way too formal. That's what I do though. Only to youthough. Remember crossingheartsa d hoping to die, in essence it blurs. I did , cometothink. That wasmy proposition to ease the disposition and fits and doubt that you or my loud mouth. You know, autocorrect blamedyou just then, and I fixed it, why? I really don't know anymore. But duhhhh. Ew .anyways if it's not not okay. If it does come in a few delightfully curious or my more favorite, the particular ones. That take the universe for its time for a mere better admiration but like it is, just better and nice in the particular way.

Man, I would, I will write you poems and good ones I hope one day. I will be a really good friend and have ideas when you need so me, I'd make you snacks and possibly, if we figure it out, I'd likethat , a lot though. A painting. And another that I sell for bank and give you the life, just , it's all I ask I just t want you. No more games. I promise, I mean I can't be whatever it takes and let you hurt me,like last time, especially, but not, it's all the same, like memory waves. I die little inside to the recollection as in , mostly how it all changed at the start. When I moved myself in and , I had no idea how or what was impending and boiling up pm til now. I literally didn't want to screw up being cute and cool enough to keep you, but you though. I don't know what I'm not trying the right way to hear from the way you feel about dealing with it, to the most I get to be able to make you talk about, and how I can be good, better. Not for you. I'm not your pedestal Deborah or queen of the world obviously, I don't know what you think or see. I don't care to know about it anymore than I'd rather talk about the things you know you can need me to be talkable , not even rashly or as a crush flavor. I don't know if I should go on with that thought, I hope I don't offend you at all.i hope more that Noone else had beat me to well enough alone. And it's, to everyone else but apparently me in the world, I should have assumed and chose the right one, and leave. I just don't like that though. I think I'm desperate, okay,yes. But I lost everything. Found you. Then lost it just like that, like a tablecloth one or In a big way, a t on of them played a ring and dress up for this worthy andwell deserved magic show on my table. That's my table , I mean, what am I fu d king up and doing off the same page, they make me feel so irrelevant to you, like they won, like gross, mean bully attention where girls. Who I was basically at 16. 16 and sexy was baselevel my game then, with myself more than anything.

Okay, they tellme to diethough.replay him et. Me in any mm or3

Hacking is for honest hard working lumberjack men slash ppl

Fuck you. Fuck you but yelled, at, you. You suck cookie stained egg salad smelling short bc you like to. I. Er I think I can figure anything out by my self for the rest of my purpose driven tuck n roll kind of life, but my life is a roller coaster by its self as is the idea of going to a fun amusing things park and indulge. I sincerely, and I will say it, I am a sad pathetic hypothetical of disasters meet maxed spectrum , I live there.