i guess not (just experimenting)

3:00 am the clock and i face to face laughing as we both get old the minuets make my shoulders slouch and with this pen i’m retracing steps seemingly always coming up with the same picture. music is playing but i think the beast has grown accoustmed to the same rythme i guess unfimilliar music is best when life has gotten to fimiliar. i slow my rant to a comma, change my rhetoric to multiple choice and amputate my will hoping that the sensation can get me through the rest of this sentence.

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