Avoiding What Would Come Out Natural

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Ready, set, go play the game every morning.
Not all is mundane and boring, except everything - when no one knows what they mean. Who cares how they seem - personalities busting out of the seams - of China made pants in the USA walking down the street 20 guys yell "Heeeaaaay"
As if I don't have enough to do with my day . . . then you come along and pretend like she's never heard a song to dance along - I miss her too. Poor little thing trapped on that island in the stream.
Giving it up only like it was baked goods for the homeless, karma came around and left you phoneless . . . a phony protested conquest of texts you sex and send them 5 ways to your friends and . . . before you know it you got the whole world talking in the palm your hand about walking to the end of the earth to live in a new fantasy that has to be nothing less than the best for their 'little babies.' And it makes you so sick cause you don't have what they are calling a baby . . . your art yourself and a sacraficial maybe - a handful of guilt that drives the drunk homeless . . . swimming in past reverie - don't know where she's gone and believes me with all of that big useless heart - that takes up way too much space where the new couch could be placed .