no you can't get a witness

agreeing with rob. and muddled by his apology. what? what happened.

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that i can think of, right now, the only two peripheral vows i keep to myself are

to never take an iq test willingly, nor ever discover anyone's iq evaluation of me,

and

to not live with, or marry, an individual who insists on keeping a gun in the house.

the one i already know though, concerns growing. keep growing. recording, growing. somehow. --it's the only reason to be here, i believe at this point. and for a while. there'll be more on this later, methinks. conversations that matter.

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god is the sweat running down his back
the water soaked her blonde hair black

a couplet of which i haven't tired.

it's a still sill for now. a still still...