Venting

Dwelling... Re enrages me
Not dwelling still doesn't disengage me either

Continuously two chapters and a few pages short of ever being on the same page
To catch up I'd need to paint a broken fairy tale of lies to entertain and distract you from the non fiction plot

I can in-considerately steer you away, but the shoes will never be the same size to be cross worn

Others vision tainted By the same mislead "ideal" thief... But that which you don't know can make you falsely believe; sort of like religion

You religiously fuck with the peace I've pinpointed--miraculously at times even-- because still the feet of my chairs are wobbly, but I blame myself for getting distracted by the comfort of knowing just how to lean into my timed seat; perhaps the day will come when the legs completely give out and below me...I'll be joined below inside your sea of burnt edged maps & routeless GPS paths

I'm venting

2:18 and I'm disco dancing with the notions to awaken partially ajar doorways that I haven't fully addressed... Mostly because I keep putting the wrong postage on these envelopes...

HERE !!!! Let me gather up some spare change of lies and mail off these fuck you letters because maybe then... Maybe then you can blatantly read around the continuous circles of bullshit you have configured; no, no amusement park rides

In fact, I don't like to ride (take it as you please) because I like mine straight up. I like to indulge straight up... Calmly and aggressively giving mine to you straight up; but how can you remember when positions outweighed sensation; you positioned yourself as the perfect partner bartering with many naives trying to regain that once in a lifetime reoccurring sensation with the only authenticity you've known... Holding onto many naives and multiplying complications adding on additional poor lying skills... It endlessly goes on

Downhill it went after endless petty crapped out engagements turned sour
Did you turn on the shower... You said yes and the empty dry tub said no
Did you take the trash out... You said yes and the stench from yesterdays collection remained in the still stale air
Did you sleep with... Hey, but that's irrelevant... Correct?

Patterns... Too many patterns can easily be tacky so consider your attire officially played out and truly distasteful

Distasteful... You know how it is when your tongue doesn't agree with your meal. I tried to snack on possibility, but now I need gratifying substance so I have to gracefully deny your distasteful crumbs
Your patterns of inconsiderate displeasures and roaming travelled lies are all tacky and distasteful so the next time you have the audacity to paint crooked Mona Lisa's of me underneath those city school buses, collecting dirt, grime, and debris... The next time you consider throwing me under the bus make sure you tastefully cover your tracks and STOP SLIPPING

I didn't ask
I didn't inquire
I didn't expect
I didn't
But I did notate Sir Falsehoods activities on mental tablet pads swiping across endless screens... When does it end?
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Your unclean, lifeless, dry, insincere apologies are as befitting to be deemed irrelevant; a mere miss at setting a pick; distraction curved

I'm venting

In closing
With all this venting I need to clean and replace my air filters
My lungs love and appreciate freshness

With or without you I will have my downy scented Kodak moments.  

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