Thought Clippings #1

I am not the one who everyone wants to be like orange like the syringe which colors the sky in the artwork she talks like the Jack who talks which does not rhyme with Jack yes no I dunno I want profound sounds that are round in the sunny sun yes. Rawr I miss them people who make me feel special as I can feel something sometimes although I cannot believe that some things are flowing to come as words. Some words are in a pen, some are in a mind, where are my words? Did I win the gamey gamy game game game name fame lame like I don’t even know any more. Who is what I want them to be? Who isn’t? What isn’t? Thursday is the day with the fish will sing-a-ling I with I wish I could say that I am. But am I?

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