words on the winds of when... they are said. the moment, the reason the context, the "mean them".. as in too often, not and most often, forgot words are the one thing, come far too cheap, and require no thought just spit em out rare, integrity, taught to all us brats and bitches in school the first to go was "that golden rule" "yeah, gotta get rid of that" you, fool the one that drowned, in the belief deep, the pool that swarmed with people just leeches, legal to get away with the slaughter, they do the first "lynch mobbed" was the soul, in the truth words, just wiped like the ass, swiftly psyched to get it on, and get it over do anything necessary for self gain, like a boner hard and primed, for the pound pummel, puss puss or the ass, even better, cuz if you don't, your a wuss wuss just speak em, shit em out, and forget em only a fool or a retard believes when the name of this game is "all the moment", deceive dodge, weave deny, perceive that nothing you say has a lasting effect just syllables forming sentences frothed and foamed, at the mouth of the moment "no regrets" just as long as you've the ability to not take them to heart best not to believe them and all the better to forget so if you can remember these words then mark them well lived, well learned "don't forget".... bowen hart roselli 14 july 2020 ringwald love
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