here comes the revolution of spirit

i want to write songs and sing them in dives.

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i have a guitar that i forgot how to play.

i have a mouth with words that come out in a non-melody.

i want poetry. in my life. all the time. maybe in the form of song. or written in words. spoken by the tongue and luscious lips.

i want mystery. i want intrigue. lusting. there is a fatality to the unknown.

there is a fatality to everything.

You have stuff to do.

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Yep.

That's all folks.

Wisdom is golden.