the whole jolly experiment of my life has been this..

I love my family (undefined)

I love my friends (undefined)

I will give a damn (undefined)
I will care about the real( undefined)
I will finally be ( undefined)

 and so will all of the... 
 ( friends family love doughnuts lint in my pocket favourite tree crunchy bit of burrito laugh; uninteded beach surf, cold snout - cold lovers feet,crackling logs ) four friends come and ruin it better.
i will shake your hand

hopefully shake your head

your big words; hopefully, trump mine
my clock is ticking


Shake my hand
shake my mind
introduce me to "else"
every"else"

 I have never been more scared of anything than this

never cowered 

never covered my eyes

watched my words ..trained my tone

never censored my own thoughts untill now

changed my walk ,my talk my engagement with you.( the real)

 imagine an environment , a menu of options and experiences an Idea

Imagine that these tools are given into your hands

 and 

PLAY ON 

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its just not you. not real . not a game . 

would u quit?

for what its worth

...that sentence in itself can devolve and evolve into meaning and constraints

"..that is..this is.. your choice.. yup that's it . lets argue this point
 make a u-(vs) I verse about it
lets be objective realists and subjectively argue these points...THIS point (my bad .. ACTION!)aargg"


ok, My fault (the least of them )  is that I drink and write to jazz.. OK thats a lie ,! I called it first so Iam innocent write? right?. the bloody gloves DO fit?  everyones a critic... there is no happy ending to this
just ..Yes! happy ending.. oooowwee!!.. it was always in your hands 


lets just say that the epiphany is a given
the"OOOO MY .." is a given
It is a sensual
 Mathematics
It is the furry gliss
your {interesting words} natch your merry ways
find glowbulbs and luster in glundary plays
tingling nerve burns of sugar and spice
translate juicy gusts in planetary hobo dust.

when meaning is found in seaming  we break away from the fake feel and become truants of  that  lock chain  real that is upbringing
and when blur is truly see
and the smear of life lies in /undefined picasso paint, gut punch  not cool .true cool BE

And these words are ours ," till meaning and sound are me
                         me till the guttaral clutch..
                                                        clench
                                                                feel of the beast body of  being
connects

("till true life Spiral Spi Ritual
flies and flings. centrist fugal, feacal, monkey shit at the walls and at the subject objective stares of detatched ejecta of clever minds)