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remember, only serve what you would eat yourself because slop is slop and it’s not gold to someone else. and i’ve chopped and changed so much that i’ve ended up with a bunch of small parts in a large range and yet they’re all the same. i was that kid who always wished for wicked winters like “yes! this is gonna be the worst one yet.” and i’m not one to fuss so huff what you must to become productive, but are you doing so to quell apathy or stay happy?

i’m the doctor scooping up the medicine and giving it to all the people evenly and yes i’ll even take a little nibble for myself so i can keep on keeping on, but nothing more than a bump so the people still believe in me to do what is just. jumping up a couple of poetry majors with the same style that gave them theirs, giving advice to pages that have yet to dog their ears

i’ll trade inventions for precious metals and pull at the root of the problem if you promise to poison the petals. like, “he loves me,” “he loves me not,” “he doesn’t even exist.” i was promised a slice of paradise but all i got was the gist. if you get me now then i’ll get you later

lowest common denominator. that’s why we all have something in common with our neighbors, sit around the spit and watch the vapors rise as we nurse bottles of ale. you can trace this behavior back to cave drawings — it’s the mother of human nature vs. nurture spoon fed on a search for sustenance, and there’s two sides to every story, so who’s to say what justice did? you are not judge or jury, you are just a willing listener, and i know that half my handouts will become abandon discs

abandon hope, abandon ship, don’t want my opinions? abandon this. i love constructive criticism as much as critics constructing sh-t. and i can’t tell a screw from a nail if all of the ridges aren’t there, so i put up pillars and pavement before i laid the foundation. put the cart before the horse, drag it ’til it’s dead and gone. chop it up and call it gourmet, sell it to the grocery stores, and raise the price outrageously cause you know folks’ll buy it. i turn my nose up at it and knock it, because i’ve tried it. i’ll get you now if you get me later

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