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One Last Schematic GlitterOh, sweet human hive,You spit what you chew.Swim against the sweeping tides,Chlorine and salt water.A freak accident of spent emotionFloats by.There are islands in the wave.They've uproot and forlorn in their teeth,Grinning of thankfulnessAnd sardonic gum disease. So sick of living here, Charles. I need a change, Charles. You don't understand, do you?I hate these cities.All those whirling buildingsFull of thoughtless people,Spending time and breathing shallow.Desire in my heart wants to set out,Feel the sand between my toes.Five hours out and clear clouds greet me.A boat nods in the blackest water.The sun, the water, the breeze,Nothing to see for miles around me. Understand this, Charles. I have a job I hate and a life I don't want. Touchy subject, is it not?Drop my problems, say good bye,Cruise out on the ocean's tide.I've never seen it, but I
one antipode atop I sit one solid lexicon of verbiage-worthlessness.one sprawling rant based (feeding word nutrition) on diseducation.a fetish at phrase-induced fascism, something composed out of err.mouthing a gargle at raffish reaction, not so offhand as we thought.had only your tongue been viscid not insipid maybe thoughts were to be crossed.but one dialogue due abortedstill you are yet to be judicious.waiting to revel in such an argot,one antipode atop I sit.