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X is here.  Fuzz back away.  He is having new thoughts today.  Maybe an angel came his way and said, "X, the freak is me."  Maybe he will stand in a land that he does not understand.  Take my hand and let's put the past away.  A mouse greeted me while I waited for the 17.  You are not young and not old, X, today I scrutinize you.  My little breakdown says for you to not change what you do, but be who you really are:  a rock star.  That is the life for you.  Go after people's hypocrisy whoever they may be.  Just keep the fuzz away, they do not understand me. 

I watch the cursor blink on the screen and I search for the power to combine words in a pleasing way.  The environment I'm in brings me a flat countanace which I wear in my soul today.  There is not a feeling of answers, I just feel the diseased asking questions.  I bring these notes to the keyboard. A B B D.  Maybe I will construct a cord.  It is hit or miss in the land of creativity.  It is just one line at a time.  Maybe, X, will be a new type of playwrite.  This will be an imagery play that covers only one page.  You can do it.  Try a play with you or me at 80, sonny.  It is just all as I move along.  The Loft is not for you.  Their style is restrictive for a talent who feeds on brevity.

I walk walk walk and I observe the restrictive clouds and icy winds.  What we see can affect the heart, and force you into the mind.  Hello all.  I am not small, but I crave a swing.  The future is starting to pitter pat.  I love that.