I set high standards that these short men can't reach since none have been able to give out a mediocre performance. This sickening display of deflated effort, pardon while I throw up my previous meal of a patient swallow, a calming bite mixed between a sigh/cry of pained boredom. Kingdom of fools, I do not jest so well nor digest these tall blunders of bones that rattle at gates trying to scrape for a taste but too late I escaped to be replaced by a bitter face of hate who discriminates on the fake and phony expect for tony who should I mention has shown me the slippery stony path that has led me to a place without complacency just philosophy and eloquently, monogamy. To you to me to become we that be in a forever brilliant harmony.

 

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