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That's the look you've been giving me, (My dad was Elvis)

There was a woman on my mind, not as refined as the statue of Aphrodite, a little more like Soko. Someone who constantly disagrees, her replies are a lot like Socrates, the guy who invented philosophy. Whatever man, I’ll just get rid of you if I don’t like what your doing to me.              It may not be wise to do what you feel.  I only do whatever I please.
There was a woman on my mind, not her, kinda jumping on who you want to be, A little more like Sinead O’ Connor. She’s vulgar whenever she’s alive. She looks funny at me when I’m holding a shovel with a look on my face like we both disagree. “I was wondering if you would like to come along and plant a tree?”

Even the sexiest person alive didn’t have to go to court or rescue anybody who had to try.
There is a place where there is only one person who survived. Nobody has nothing to know, nowhere is the plan.
Not every doctor has a happy face. Mine, first to shudder not with horror, but haste.  He’s Code Blue. see what you can do. Give him 10 cc’s of anything, “He would never get by. We think everyone and us are fools.
Excuses and reasons look oddly out of place. He doesn’t look at you in the eye. You do whatever, I can’t lie. You’ll hang if you’re found out to be a spy. You should know by now. I only give warnings. Nobody gives me advice. I can no longer tell if you even considered how we will get by.

He walks away muttering, ”I thought I would be up for the task".
You can’t directly tell what he’s feeling till you see the look on his face.
One part of, don’t even bother, the other being make me think I care.

ohThe is a warranty, disguised as a guaranty,
I can see

hildren seem to always give me the creeps. They are so clumsily arranging neatly everything in heaps.

That’s not a grimace or a look of hope or either despair.  What does lightning do to the air? When you close your eyes, is it the thunder in the night that makes a tear. It sets you apart from me and what I promised that I could bear. I crashed landed here getting away from the land of who cares.

That’s what he said, hidden by a surgical mask. Lurid, with eyes insane. Done anything that they could ask. ((His lips convulsed hidden in a sneer.))  He muttered marching away, “I’m the thread unraveling from your spool. I was always picked first to be the last. I don’t know how not to lie. We recently checked and the past was still the past. I don’t say that to be cruel. You shouldn’t feel blessed since your guaranteed to be the son of a fool. Either way what I say is always taken as half-assed.
That’s not a smile he had under that surgical mask.

”You will help me shore up paradise?". that’s how you tell me with a sneer. “Don’t ever mistake me for being nice”. You have been a a burden since you’ve been spliced. Listen to me this is the last time what I say will be nice. I don’t care if you don’t take my advice. Listen kid, “ I’m only trying to help you not have to think twice”. It doesn’t really matter what I say, we all are gonna pay a particular price.

Nobody likes you until you can make yourself disappear.
Just keep practicing. Underneath this surgical mask isn’t a smile, get used to it. Its referred most of the time as a sneer.

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