Thought of the Day – Quiet Positivity
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Voices
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i hear them
in my head at night
laying awake
heat draining me of will
of want
of desire to sleep
there’s paper covering my camera
incase the voices hear me
A weak end
So it approaches
another day of remorseful bliss
spend contemplating nothing while processing the next big thing at work.
back to being a bot.
follow the link, it’s only friday
follow the link, BAM!
it’s tuesday again.
this time no tags or categories … just this mess.
Thought of the Day – Thursday, and am I a bot ?
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mundane
bot work
drivel driven by deriving caffeine from a bean
refresh rate faster than my thinking mate
glow plugs and pugs, close the gate.
Honey I’m not home.
Reginald Perrin be like, the leader – escape from the bot days.
Duck Dust
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Guad dang it!
Did you know if you use Superior briquettes for a better burning stronger long lasting fire, the BBQ will thank you for it, not just that random stuff, but the better quality higher density stuff…
yeah… that’s how you make duck.
foul.
go on.
spell check IT like a King Story
Bounce.
corrosive joseph
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joseph sits on his rock waiting for disaster.
back door tokens for broken laughs at a junk shop full of dreams
stepped out sideways for a rest from the crowd, saw nothing
so i moved back into town for a while, drown in the dizzy smells of
an intoxicated carbon city.
her crispy flesh still fresh on my tongue, foul and fabulous sauce to top off a good evening of disaster in the kitchen.
no one said they liked duck
i didn’t really care.
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