Knew that, New it

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Pictures will be worth a thousand words and even find printed checks that carry states, but still they will cry out, “injustices.”

‘You’re preaching to the choir, honey. It must be nice to be a drama queen. Confessions have nothing on the truth. Everyone has eyes to see. Even in the vibrations, there is a secret that means much to nothing.’

There are so many oddities that can be placed where they belong that they hold a bottle to crystal. Rocks. Knock, the door. Knock, knock. There is a tacit vibration coming straight for the heart. It is still. The sounds - they never meet me. They fade in distances. Speed. Light years away. ‘I am sitting there too.’ The next, keep wondering girls. Leave it to the imagination in them, but when you are there, the time when you are a man - leave behind, the girl. Take them home. Do not expect more. The next, for sure. There is a ring that never needs to come. My pride.

Listening-s. Here and there. Come on now. There is more. Standard, entries into invention fit outline figured in architecture intended to provide living. Maybe screaming; it could be a baby. Too late.

Pressed standards. Wood. The kind you know planted in the seat where the seat is taken comes with no promise while leather gives and gives. Cravings; confusion. There is maybe screaming in the distance. There are budgets that make no sense here. Catch you sleeping where the clock doesn’t stop for the restless.

Entries. Rabbit holes in the home. ‘Where did he go?… the bathroom.”

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