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3/9/24 Attempt (And So – Does This Count As A Normal Report?…C – I Didn’t Think So…)

I think I might actually

Give a normal report

Today – currently B

N a pit stop like

I’m Lightning

McQueen &

Refilling

My gas

Though

Skip tires

I’m too tired

To ever change

& then I pretend

It is strange when

Getting his blowout

Now fucked like Me N

My uncle’s pick-up truck

Not really, I just liked how

Time rhymes N Good☯Design

Though don’t want to throw any

One under the bus even though I

Do have at least 1 creepy uncle who

Could fill the roll and fill my hole

When I was only 4 years old, so

Wouldn’t know or REMember

That it shouldn’t go like this

But REMember – all of it is

My Slim Shady creating

Dark Fantasy & with

Mao’s Maladaptive

Daydreaming setting

The scene N§ide of Me &

With~N Delusional Thomas

Whö constantly B doubting Me

Like Jesus Christ, dude – just what

Do I have to do to convince You that

I Am, Ndeed – The ñü∿manifestation öF

Youth Whö choose 2 pursue The Truth

No matter how long the pursuit, nor

How calamitous & hard the plan B

To Ünderstand & then suddenly

I do Ünderstand – when finally

You get it – like light switches

Instantaneous Illumination

Like a dark age nation on

Vacation N Enlightenment’s

Center for tourist engagement

& enraged when told they must

Hold both the Bible & Quran while

Reciting the Torah to Diego and Dora

The explorer turning Nward & toward

The Absurd – let Me just take the moment

To unfold like an origami shinigami yet told

I can’t do it here, how queer – another form for

öDD to pry, prod then deciding he could do better

So won’t pay us -wonderful- a joy to deal with Dumb

Fucks, and speaking of Dumb Fucks – C my mirror

He one of those foolish fiends lives N§ide there

So stay clear ’cause can’t this kill us because

You can’t control your Cantus? Abandon

Ship! Sinking like a yellow submarine

Ringo wrote a song about and Paul

Was so impressed – pinned it to

The Beatles’ fridge, right next

To the finger paintings Whö

Would pretend they knew

The whole Truth & Whö

I Am realty & what B

The Reasoning and

So, I was wondering if

I Am really C-ing the same

Things – or if N actuality – eye

Didn’t download a typical texture

Package where magic isn’t tragic but

A chance 2 advance Time’s dance N§ide

Of mine lines full of hidden Word, meaning

Never given the chance to C Me being Whö I Am

Really when No One B observing – Me & not

Even my own self – well back on the shelf

For You, my little midnight marauder

Can You even C anything – claiming

To B some kind öF a divine – like

Give Me a sign that my rhyme

Really will decide if enough

Time B N§ide öF Me N order 2

Show them I can C things & hear

Pac telling Me the same exact thing

I had told Him N the previous scene &

Seen everything, a starving imagination

On vacation while N search of a Vocation

Maybe try education? Rhymes R designed

Exactly for Times free öF watches or clocks

Where You can learn how 2 watch & become

Somebody that matters when his Mind scatters

So falls Aang dies when he misses a step climbing