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 Disappointments

Disappointments
Disappointments
CharlaXFabels
CharlaXFabels
ThePoetReader
SeventY2
Disappointments
Some people can not walk and chew gum food or candy vines all at the same times and it just came to the CharlaX mind people make mistakes they balk at work they laze the search for shortcuts to the place they look for easy outs. When searching on the internet they always try the spelling test the computor is just not phonetic. It may try to take a stab at what you want to find but it's not magic of the internet kind. It's more than frentic. It's systematic mayhem ahem amen. There is a tendency to take things for granted the plastic spoons and forks and even paper sacks left out for users of a microwave the freebes that everyone always assumes will be there and then not using the place at all and coming back for one quick fix only to find the paper sacks are gone and not going to the counter not asking for a sack because the freebes can not be demanded can not be sought by such a one as eye. How could they knoe that eye was coming here today for lunch it must be that they preconceived the CharlaX is using the microwave today let's just take all the sacks away he rally is a scrunch monster. There is a missassessment in men that makes them think they have to kill to win a fight or just kill to live a fight is not life the big strong men just went when hit with something stronger than themselves usually made of lead or silver mabe gold plated leaded guns blazing in the sun saddles made of shiny blackened lather on the horses backed up to the canyon wall the crack of Winchesters the sound of echoes frothing from the horses mouths Ah the western movies made with sound.
We never even thought about the people going down the hero was the one to want to be. Both Pistols on my belt are oiled with olive oil and made to shoot too fast to thumb the holsters are tied down to keep the pistols off the ground no dirt must touch my guns. Some people can not walk with pistols on there belted pride. Praising in his courtroom praising at the hanging watching shadows sway under ropes of strang decay there is a melody at play a song of solace come when a man is hung he does not get no one with his double plated guns. Searches bring up love searches bring up pictures and delivers. Following the links usually brings up errors chasing after pages as they disappear in stages sometimes invisible except for traces like the chesire cat in pages of the wonderlanded nation. There's a tendency in a ROMAN manner to display the sex in a querulous canter a bather under roman guard was not much use to the senate hall. Cry for Justice want it all. DisappointmentS.



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