sorry
I’m not sure
why
I act the way I do sometimes
I can only say I’m
human
and recognize this
the errors within me
I’d apologize
If I didn’t intend on
doing it again
but I probably will
so I offer no advice
but to say
watch out for me better
next time
I’m capable of anything
and I don’t even know
what I’m gonna do next
Its our faults
Life is
always changing
I am far from that person
I wasjust a mere foundationfaulted then
as I still am, but not as much soand a greater foundation
now for greater foundations in my
futurewe can never be perfect, but
can always strive to be closer
to perfection
It is in attempting to overcome these faults
that make us superior sparks
no one will ever be faultless
I love my faultsI love yours too
(though they’ve always been a bear)
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Hot outside, cold down here, where I write, where I write my words, words and nonsense, nonsense and words, nonwords, wordsense, I write purely for profit, purely for the profit of my limbic system a thing they sometimes confuse for the soul, I write for the profit of one or two good eyes to chuckle once or twice from what the see, I profit from making someone think once, I profit from giving someone an idea if only briefly and if only for the etch a sketch, I profit from disturbing the uninitiated.
I forget my age when I write, I forget Im a man, I forget Im a human, I am just a device that batters together strange symbols that someone told me is a word, a sentence, a paragraph.
I don't care for rules or oppression, I don't care for the unscrupulous that flock about me or for the places they eat and swim.
I am just another thing this universe shat out as it did all things and one day it will swallow me back up as it does all things and when this happens I will again be gone.
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Scott C. Dragoo
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