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Hydrothermally. Water warmth? Warm water. Like a secretion. From a place. "Poems" people write to induce these. Eff. I feel like a hater, I am a hater, but it must be known, it must be put out.

When a woman dresses like she's from a different era--80's and below ... she is assumed deep. That's not my question. Nor my concern. Thy scurvy knave. Hath thou insulted thy Negrolus Cucurumbous? I am before before. Lo.

Therefore. What I was getting at. Is the fact. That when we try to be deep, people can tell. The problem I have with all these schinanigans. Is when these foos try to be deep. People can tell. BUT IT STILL WORKS.

EFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF.

I'M SENSITIVE TOO!!
I CRIED ONCE.

Kn'amsaying. I'm a hater. Not a hater. Envious. Envy sounds much nicer than jealous. They're both still wrong words to use. Ah. Yes. Pass me my tea, Yolanda. Thank you.

I admire that. Shallow depth. Because at least. At the end of the 24 hour period I'm operating by. They're more honest about being shallow with their depth, than we are with everything.

"Perception is reality" is no longer something you can say and impress someone with. Blue is not green for me and blue for you and yellow for her because even if the colors were different, what we identify them as is the same.

This is getting too long. And the original point I wanted to make was as abandoned as a tree in a forest, who looks like all the other trees, except this tree is different, because this tree wonders when he's looking up at the sky, if there's some tree looking at that exact same sky, at that exact same moment. Maybe someone on a star, looking at a star, but both stars are planets, respectively.

I'm deep. Woman who dress like 80's and below. We deep together.

And the tree was chopped down to build a Wal-Mart. Wal-Marts aren't that bad. You're just a hater.