Channels are trenches they dig in your brain, my sensitive, censored bobble-head friend. You can't expect to work through them and emerge sane out the distal end.
It's funny, I can instantly feel a certain natural rhythm in this poem regardless of the formatting. I like the bobble-head friend expression. It's amazing that you can find whole articles about the history of an assenting, inertial doll on the internet.
It's funny, I can instantly feel a certain natural rhythm in this poem regardless of the formatting. I like the bobble-head friend expression. It's amazing that you can find whole articles about the history of an assenting, inertial doll on the internet.
ReplyDeletework thru proper channels long enough and you're just not you any more.
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