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I grew vegetables on this plot of earth,
With no attachment to my birth.
The garden variety girl bullshit,
Wasn't hardly worth it.
From every angle they roam by two,
Park nestling until the avenue.
Mark your checkbooks and PDA's,
Security changes hands today.
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I'd like to print up stickers that say, "You're so vein!" and put them on the subway windows at the bottom so people will see them as they are looking at their own reflections. I tried not to be so random, not so stream of stone and conscious, but I was dwelling about "writer's block" like I didn't want to go back to that artless dark zone again. I was dwelling on a lot of things. There's no better passage blocker, since the one I've grown expertly aware of. Why are some people just so naturally badass? Is chemistry and timing really everything? Why does it have to always be about the two different kinds of people in this world? There are many more than two!
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