oh we all, little mistakes, in well-rolling life

oh, like a sentence, we spell words, we like to have well-spelled words, they fit together, going along in understanding

you read that, the little words some well-spelled, then reach a "glitch" but it's helpfully spelled right in handwritten above the sentence, as if we can't, as if we don't have that

in our life
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it is not spelled out better above the sentence there is no above the sentence

and we have to hide it spelled wrong in the sentence
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oh my

thanks, eric
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we go along in life, hopefully never face this - read the body of the work, it seems to hint at it - not too much - keep it soft, eric
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we don't want to face this
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thanks, cute pink and blue, thanks - it is good to feel this but not feel this fully I like this attack on it or forwarding right to in your face challenging it, or there is another form of us "I don't know where it is"

get more into

some other time

we each say to each other, finally

we all robots love skip flesh old a million years robots of words don't say .. beep beep .. static .. tune

we all knobs where side of head hidden cheesy special effect costume ball .. no really

we all pause .. dot dot dot .. another, buy another .. dot dot dot .. filled it fills in okay, I bought luxury, I was interesting for a few more minutes

say something

weird
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high towers shining silver spit water dolphin silly stunt old man please don't

just say something
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odd

bequeath me simmering love anger old cards notecards birth

meditate fool and come through mind old gorgeous inside

we do

occasionally

in there the hard work fields frontier world back a 100 years 200 years or today unknown frontier

to the market this little piggie for organization all on a page things to touch, I can't see it, what's there, never been there for centuries, never was there

strange call out, for it "are you there"

messy almost too much dare to read - you and me, we almost faces, or collection lines printout website small screen I touch want to swipe shift copy print you I can't see you

you monster of slight fairy or puffy football player or slight angel faces going by in shopping center screens were never resolved 200 years ago no closer now to sit and mechanical touch or slight whisper words poems of a different sort get into me

you never could

it was only surface

for me too

I don't know me either

sit at a "measuring station" drawings from this book, words from this book, sit, dull, speak outside of sitting with a dying person deathbed, 20, 40, any age, circling the globe, feeling

never touch us

never get to earth

what is it
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addition then, these computers, this site/ make computers pretty a favourite photo full screen I don't want to see anything on it but that/ and you in your body sit and talk mist all fades something comes through the shape of your body in the air

ulterior matter line dit dot dotted coupon emerge