Mis amigos y yo.
Espana conmigo.
La juventud compiled.
To the far away land, a hand’s reach forth.
Complete despair for something in reach.
To Dunkin Donuts! For trusting in me.
But Momma too sweet! Too sweet for a momma!
The lighter awaits, the dread of a night.
Nights are too bright, stay away from the city!
Contrastively too, please visit at most once.
The whites of my eyes have turned into trees.
Why is that? I scream. Pleasingly.
Blind sight is possible, if only
You see.
Trust in me, this is what I perceive.
Perceive the cognitive.
Favorite!
String.
Pluck.
Stroke.
Pluck.
The chicken?
No.
My pick.
……
My pick….
My pick?
Yes, MY PICK!
Pick up your burdens!
Flick that BIC!!
Do you taste it?
It’s bluey.
Trust in me.
Long? No.
Short.
Hell Yea.
SHORT!
SHORT?
SHORT.
SHORt.
SHOrt.
SHort.
Short.
Very, very, very short.
The End.

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