As we converted from a foundation of mythical
creatures;
to the confessions that ended
only yesterday.
Feel - the danger . . .
was'
nice while it lasted.
Below the surface-
not below the surface
where it should be. . .
shouldn't not?
I do hate this - fear!
The intimidation.
The intimidation.
Chocolate and coffee - hmmm.
Coffee and chocolate. . . hmmm.
Together make for'
HOT CHOCOLATE.
Hip Hip Hooray.
Now giddiup old 'doggie.
Choice/ conversation/ belief' identity.
Huh? Nicely!
Expressing the anger.
I felt a rage. . .
RAGING BULLS.
Overcoming.
The anger I felt.
Expressing the anger
I - felt.
To express. . . myself.
Not being the
victim
I keep
learning
from
it. . .
not being victim.
A victim.
Hear me made into the mad hatter;
my own underestimated
ability in
being mistaken
for
a temperature boiling.
My luckiness just keeping
better ;
mistook for misfortune in
-my mist. Worth pursuing my fine gorilla.
Glass boxes;
and porcelain dolls.
Swimming in fruit salad.
SALAD.
MANGOS.
BANANAS.
FRUIT BOWLS.
How immune to a pathetic piece of plastic garbage are you?
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