ConFab
Nerves shattering the flashlight broken the batteries flew off in differant directions eye told the boy look up under the bridge LOOK up there see where we are laying we are homeless life is hell he tried to understand me then he left me in disgust at my emtional display but eye was justified by lack of sleep and the kid was never with me he wandered around on his own like any fathers son and eye just sort of lost it becoming too tired to go on with him and so he left me there and not the only person who can not stand to be with me while homeless and who can blame them please do not let your young children access keys to cars at night the sidewalk never safe now the gangers everywhere even in the cars moving so swiftly past the door opens the child is getting her crayons its not worth her young life please make sure they stay in bed tonight the crackers full of solyant brown cows standing in the field assured of safety now the proteon coming from other sources to your table made of money now 666 is coming stuck inside of santas bagg on topp of all the things it brings to you the pain of misery not quite like the suffering of my Jesus which thing is saving me. iff eye hurt someone by my neglect or mistaken actions when angry not on purpose but just an accidental accident then eye am truly sorry for myself and this is depression comes on Holiday to thwart our happiness finally comes down to the lagg monster explained more fully see the thing is like a seperation your feelings begin to hurt like ribs being pulled apart you drop the heavy weight and let it drop and try to breathe again reminding yourself somewhere in your thinking left to you will never let the lagg do this to you again and then you move your mouse back in the circle and then you click again and again and again and get the lagg monster hurts you IraQ eye rack the pool balls they let me for a nickel oh dean pass me the key to the latrine Iran from the police in the Ukranium mines this stuff we found in the side pocket is pure radioactive Prussian territory in rubples rupbles ruples WHATS IN YOUR WALL STREET WALLET paid they never found this hot ice in Iran we never did this is a scam its just a charlax poem called ConFab ppps look at his face they say in court just look at his face he is guilty look at those beady eyes that crooked nose the lines in furrows on his brow keeps moving like scarecrows in a line of raven poems his palms sweaty look how nervous he is even his lawyer must see that he is guilty now (reference is forever mind) ed.note.ed this is apprehended
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