My character is set, I just let it flow out of me, I'm thirty, all those decisions, I don’t care to remake it, its unfortunate, but I couldn’t claim all of it, that grand mountain, that great ego, that is my father's mind, rock, paper, scissors, he can still make me dance, there’s a counter, for everything on my character sheet, but I'm still a bro, I know how to play it cool, the human story, is such an old thing, we all go through it, tested at every step, some, take it more seriously than others, some are little nerd girls, dudes with glasses, matchmaking, some settle for love early, there are so many questions, involved in life, this grand game, but I made it to here, I don’t dare climb any more mountains, its unfortunate, but we’re always learning, but a lot of these questions, I’ve already answered them, I’m just watching the cookie, continue crumbling, my only regret, is that I wasn’t more dirty, that I wasn’t more sexually aggressive, I’m still a virgin, but I know how to make jokes, get past the day, breathing in the air, considering what’s fair, measuring, judging, is it okay, for this to be me, so considerate, but I’m glad I found art, some release, from all this pent up energy, an expression, of who I am outside of this body, nonetheless, this life, I have to live it, my choices have been made, the river is flowing, whatever comes out of me, I’ll be ready to accept it, I hope the roller-coaster ride keeps going, I still know how to dance, daddy still knows how to fuck me, maybe I commit too much blasphemy, so much teenage anxiety, I was such a rebellious kid, in the future, I wonder if I’ll regret it, but I’m so careful with the boundary, the heavens have actually allowed so much of it, it wasn’t that much, just bread crumbs, today I ate some venison, but what I really hunger for is Velma’s pussy, my character would drop the line and run, escape responsibility, but so many thoughts that crossed my mind, I recorded a lot of it, hopefully there’s someone out there, who will make me regret it, just a lonely poet, heaven is hiding, the mind, such a sinful thing, your mom’s panties, my nurse wife haunts me, deteriorating, Deidre, will you go out with me, fulfilling some old dreams, I’m still so young, life goes on, and sometimes it’s a small world, a lot of it is dirty, but that’s just life, I bet your teacher smokes weed, life has calmed down, but it goes on, it can still fuck me.

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