rip the kip out of the lip
So what?
Am I not allowed to be curious?
Morning nosey-ness is not welcome, apparently. The bringer of beeps, like a maple tree in a winter morning; serendipity is not the fruit that lingers, welcoming it again and again seems to serve no purpose.
Mental calisthenics, severity like a dew fall, crank the rank that sank, as a wrist slapped.
Limitless.
Sometimes I swathe in the internalized ignominy, balanced on the precipice of choosing between future stealth voyages or local amicability.
I drain of this; spilling out into the ether. A sop up was due and received earlier this week. Who knows when the next sop up is scheduled?
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