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loosing recored of the last paragraph. staring over knowing that it will never be the same. Hoping the flow isent interupted. Wanting too see a new word strong enuff too make it in the diconary. The keys are too close for safe typing. This will bring a new websitre into reality. A place where The cold fighters and strong willed consumers will dwell on and contiplate their new purchase. Watching the corner of thier room glow with the what nature did not give us the ability too see with out the thought of millions of people over the period of millions of years. It all adds up too making a buck, too stumble over words like cracks in the sidewalk. Slow brains are not a size extra. Helping others is a good deal. Ill take ten too one on that. Sitting shitty, I can fucking do anything. my own space, soo fuzzy in my head. Looking a pictures that are never too real. Its a goal too make the swift fox a glue hound. Green dumpsters full of molding clothing and old hipster gold. Nets and hoists are full of batter for all the animals. Rocking the barn door back on its track watching the birds peck at the peekling paint made from butter. Thowing off the dock all the crates that never made it on the ship, The tide will take them out too sea on the trade lanes. natural currents delivering them to unkown destinations. The man running from reality sees one wash a shore. Its sparks his past into the present. It is a falling of his dream. the fact that it exists will take years too become a delusion. Turn your back and walk away. never go too this side of the island again. It brings bad memories. A log becomes a totem pole. a Place too weather the idols you carve out of the fallen branches from the one tree that has all the birds riding the thermals above it. How many days have you spent staring at the cirling beasts. Trying too hard too understand what you are looking at. So much effort spent on forgetting what you have been told, trying too make a new life for yourself.