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so many rhymes and the laptop slows to flow with the consistency of warm caramel, so mail is out of the question until the next shut down and reboot and following links is unwise as freeze or crash is inevitible and even the uploads are taking their unsweetened time... should I consider sleep for a couple of hours (that is all that is left before it is time to leave for work... the flow of this paragraph and perhaps others tonight might be better suited to the more life experience related diary that is actually a journal (must I link to it every time?... no, of course not, sometimes you should have to look for it or remember that the links to the left will get you there and most anywhere)...
tired of being all liquified wish I could find the right mold so I could pour out my inside I get tired of carrying it all around sometimes there are so many stories, so many rhymes wish I had a heart to hold tired of being alone inside wish I could find the pot of gold so I could don't have to be denied I get tired of promising myself there'll be more time there is so much hunger, so much crime we sell out our lives for basic survival awaiting an after-life arrival of something we may never see what price for eternity? we live in small bubbles of inner spaces with polite smiles plastered on our faces creating our heavens and hells alone in our separate shells and how many wishes and hopes and dreams have been forgotten or sold or lost and how many times have you asked yourself is the calm or bravado worth the cost when will the heart defrost? wish I had eyes to look into tired of seeing only masks wish I could find what can't be sold the question the true heart asks I get tired of carrying it all around sometimes there are so many feelings, so many rhymes
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I love you all for coming... for reading all these words for every click feels like more love (I know that sounds absurd) if I could only tell you... one thing more tonight I'd say I wish you could come home with me and be my friends for life |