you know how (iv) when you get up in the morning to take a piss & then you look in the mirror & see how you look like shit? some of us...
direct sunlight coming in the window & shining on the computer screen while you are writing a poem is a message from the muse? me neither.
when you peel a ripe banana how sometimes the skin leaves long, thin pulpy threads stuck on the sweet fruit? i hate those fucking stringy things.
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