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| I haven’t worked out all the tpyos Impulse Control One minute I’m trying to do something, the next minute I’m trying to do something, and it just goes on like that. One time, I realized I was in the moment. So, I looked around to see if I had found God, wandered and got lost, and haven’t found my way back since. I’ll get a selfie if it happens again, record the moment. What? I should just remain still and enjoy it, let it wash over me like a shower? Gee, I hope it’s not someplace cold or public. No one wants to see me naked. Nirvana would be nice, though, if Kurt Cobain wasn’t dead. I had two thoughts at the same time once. They refused to collaborate. I get why dogs chase postal employees or squirrels, and cars. But what’s the deal with them hating cats? I think it’s the other way around, because cats probably prefer the Foo Fighters.  (book title idea: Dogs Jam With Nirvana…)How’s it going Dave Grahl. Sad when NBC replaced your song. Then brought it back, but too late. Ed was never the same again. I think when we find love the world ends, fades to black. Ed knows what I’m talking about. Dogs, too. They like the Police. Always in pursuit. Hey Sting, or are you Stung now? To do do do. Ta da da da. That’s all I wanted to say. Is there a lyric to dummy translator on Google, or the other away around? I need to fix my poem. I’ll edit later. What a minute. There’s a dog staring at me. The cat is looking at me like: just don’t do it. Or, it went to sleep. Can’t tell. Oh well, another epiphany is around the corner. Just don’t want to get caught with my pants down. I’m getting better with navigating the sharp corners, even when eye don’t see them coming. I should have ended well before 5.1.24 What’s the line limit, Kenneth? (think I just got hit with something) Rather, 53. For actuarial Porpoises. Something I worked up, since a thought. I like the Eagles Of Death Metal now, or yesterday. What’s today? You can’t just write something with line breaks and call it poetry? Poetry is in motion always, somewhere. Think it’s Physics. Einstein could probably work out the math to prove the Big Bang offspring of my mind as more than theory or my relative. Can I stop now? Only 23 hours and fifty minutes left, when it continues again. You get in my head and see why I’m a flake. But not a snowflake. I think people don’t like those. Gets too heavy to shovel like these words, prose poetry? Nap. Cat? P.S., you know what takes longer than coming up with this? ML Writing Should I add color, italics, dropnotes? My iPad just shuddered, or my forefinger. Can’t tell which. Probably conspiring against me. At least I have the cloud. I think it’s going to rain. Good God, man! I think that means…(digitalis interuptus veritas) If I separate my body from my head, what do you think spills out? Blood. It’s blood. Right? More — words? No, blood. Final answer. I feel good about this. Sorry, sorry. I’m going. He blessed me with my wife of 29 years this summer. Okay, it took 20 minutes. ML less than five. Will I get my life back? Sleep?? How’s my run-ons, Mom? She wasn’t listening. Guess I’ll just have to repeat… |
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