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90s child i have grown up since pop trash art fart i embrace them all sounds from the radio sights from the teevee planting their roots on me they have made this 21st century elfie full of memories full of bullshit wisdom questioning the system by using symbolism breaking down skeletons come close there's this story

you've dug deep you think you've found my bones yet these are nothing but chemical waste plastic based not everlasting forever changing not your expectations full frontal limitations sorry no immortality these morphemes i string into written fantasies contemporary prose i narrate with one eye closed both hands flying is it mind blowing you think or me just fucking around a playground of words a fake philosopher a curbside prophet starting a beginning not predicting the ending believe what you read or enjoy it as a treat i am not here to watch over your shoulder i am merely a story teller with color pencils to mark the day to draw the daymares and nightdreams which are the same thing vice versa

now where's the story you ask ha ha i say did i lie or make you anticipate a greatness you can regurgitate no way jose this is just me creating a make believe with the dictionary hey hey remember the sticks and stones line playing with words is not a crime