We lose the things we want to keep.
We keep the things we want to lose.
A fantastic irony that is only ironic to the one seeing the irony.
A cosmic faux pas granted only to sentient beings.
Imagine an imagination of proportionate proportions.
A quantifiable quotient of thinkable thoughts.
It would limit the limitations that juxtapose the meandering mind.
A simplistic simplification of the wandering wanderer.
Passionate indigestion caused by a constipation of feelings.
Questionable questions relayed religiously by the ego and super-ego.
A battalion of battles all being battled by battered brain.
A cosmic faux pas granted only to sentient beings.
We keep the things we want to lose.
A fantastic irony that is only ironic to the one seeing the irony.
A cosmic faux pas granted only to sentient beings.
Imagine an imagination of proportionate proportions.
A quantifiable quotient of thinkable thoughts.
It would limit the limitations that juxtapose the meandering mind.
A simplistic simplification of the wandering wanderer.
Passionate indigestion caused by a constipation of feelings.
Questionable questions relayed religiously by the ego and super-ego.
A battalion of battles all being battled by battered brain.
A cosmic faux pas granted only to sentient beings.
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