A CharlaX प
A Random thought no number in the title sick halt lame cut bruised at least in ego and id called chosen subaltern. Limited in speech rough fashioned in the street and hillbilly hills of the green green grass of home. Self motivated self produced polite to a fault line but scared of real bad activity beaten into proclivity expostulating reason in the facebook of such ignoramuses as intended to belie the laws of Jesus but never rally scared. Learning on a curve is what they call it when they want the useless to advance. Give the undergod a chance and he will take it for such as one as eye can never have no romance she gives it to the beasts of Rome she drinks a bite too much and then she loses love perhaps she is a virgin still and yet twold make the heart regret the why wherefore art thousands to be told a ringing in a glen a rigging in a sail spin a spinning in a yard a yarding for a sail top. She will not even read this she is finished with the eye and yet the doubt of why has caused me to pen this this redoubting question of love. For in the final assessment of the estimate of love eye never had a chance just borrowing this word and that word there and that on over there until eye make some sort of formidable pattern like a loose leaf notebook in a quiet study room opened hurriedly intended to make room for more scratches scribbles nonsenses sounding off like a crack of doom reverberation like an echo echo still repeating echo until demeaned off in the distant wall it stops it loves. Procedure dictates to some they robot along they dit dit dit and dot dot dot almost everything they make for heaven's sake just stop and learn again to love this is no apology but more like a wonder why she broke the only part of me that was intact she killed my heart.
