sometimes i wonder if im the only person that reads every cypher post.
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Figurative sign up for the writer's league... if you don't think you'll be competitive,
I do.
practice makes perfect. last date with purpose. hate me, i deserve it, amaze me with displays of inertia, the way subtle empathies, sympathetic entities attend to me in symmetries. troubled intellect through Hubble imagery- i'm simply he who bleeds, atral sentences, hunky dory allegories, asshole in a rapport with medicine, all her transitory tendencies, Thomas Edison with a 40, twenty Excedrin and the jettison of homely discrepancies... enough of me, the thing that drew me in? sketchy undisclosed ruins of entropy, step two'n with intuition and congruent jests with remission. i said listen, she said these are words i've never heard, cage the birds, in turn sing me your allure and it better be rehearsed. tethered to a hearse. your way with words. dispersed, shaky half-steps, disrespect and sexual bedside attention, words- eventually deceptive- connotations i've used before, attempts in verbal atlases unexplored, gone with tactful zephyrs, egg rolls whole, the meat of the discourse.... general remorse and ether in fifths, fourths, miss you more, less is more, excess is a morsel for consumption by time, greedy whore- have you ever listened to the breaths of a man who speaks too much? out of touch and out of line, to each their lust, BUT IM OUT OF TIME so to me their trust, i love it.