I've returned to the old days of murder & adventure. This can't end well
for the girl.
It's easy not to end up in prison
by living lawfully
but what if their law
isn't yours?
The muck at the end of the road is nigh unreachable
but is stocked with sugar barbs. Oh, the sugar barbs.
The muck at the end of the road is night unbearable
but still full-grown student athletes
weep & delight at the sight of bears thrown
for a "worthy cause." [link here
to a video.] [he remembers, again:]
my brain isn't the internet. It's
mine, all mine. [
this lament.]
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