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 I dont care about your shoelaces when what lacks is common courtesy, like wishy washy dreams in a world full of uncertainty. Little did you know that your few words could mean the world to me, even past the globe into the atmosphere of Mercury.

I don't concern myself with rumors, not at least with urgency. The climate coaxs facts and here we are in an emergency. The solution may be known but suppressed with such insurgency. So when its finally shown, it trails off with silver surfer's speed.

I care for your colidascope that carries out Grandfather Time. My interest is as intimate, proportionate to size of mind. But never mind, this pens my own, i'll make the journey home alone. A second thought that shakes the bones, I'll pull the sword out from the stone. By doing so resurrect the truth there's no need for apology, but simply for a single few to finally say they're proud of me. 

And if I won the lottery, I'd donate copious amounts, to corner stores, children sore, and pounds that rectify the ounce. Im led moment to moment towards a destiny I can't account. For tomorrows another day to hit the road and f***ing bounce. 

The question sticks inside the skin like vessels that are clotted. I've never been so silent as to feel this damn obnoxious. For even cause lacking effect can be part of a lesson. Just like a kiss upon the neck can carry great affection.