. But, I picked on myself.
"I got a face I could love, baaabbeeee, (pause) I don' know,
where,, full of love? lair, mui grrl."
Whack, the blue fell down. The score was a clue, blue flew down.
buh! want now. Aghhhh, faint, nice clue, goo. going too. No... standing up,
fine. Tall. Can get up and go fair well.
I couldn't think. I could remember the blue florescent tube that
flashed by me, that blue in the metal, metal and blue, those two things
progress immediately, they hold large and inhuman pondering, about experiment,
about movement, about the evolving machine. I had began the seeking of a man
towards makings of redemption.
I wasn't that boy, now. I didn't know that though, but I had stood
up simply, straight and tall.
Baby, baby...she just went home. Yes. She is at home, nonning and
nuing. Always making a case against laziness, or morals, or wretched
annoyances.
Mind feels fight.
No wait, mind is crashing. Words are boring, long, unthinkable. NO
words forming. Little tiny worries. Black steel veins, blood emerging, newly
formed, like it had left to find new blood and returned so quick, tin, but cold
metal feeling.
Feelings maxing out, thought gathered, thought is one, just one
element, called metal.
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