it's feasible- a passionate way to defend our achievements. achieving a 10 not a 10 minus 3. age ten. there's a hero at our hands clearing the road freeing all the tormented bikers and their aggravated sways. the peddling of the vast-- unattainable ideas, discreetly i'm throwing words at you.
to the defender of the hopelessly flamboyant- my asian persuasion, you're cooking good looking and i want to be you. you're my reserved arrangement of perfection-that omnipotent force. as i am idolizing equality i realize that you're nothing more than a skimpy looking hot piece of the next big it. who can compare?
a ten instructs the heart. trapping emotions. like a jam packed car crossing the border. peer in on it. you'll see what i mean. i'm talking celebration- columns to explore, constitutionally being able to smell the stench. and i like his conceit. he's so conceited that i'm feeding frenzy,he's looking heat, smoking in on the sun. it's the organized cant from within . the well washed hairs - stumbles of stubbles- the biggest thing to form an alliance between us. this is why, i beg you, to shave.
hey ten, you're knocking them out. clearing grounds dry. you re pouring insight on this and that who and when. clearly you're always right.
or not.
when you are realized, you'll come home. everything's around. the feeling is gone. it is so gone that you'll having nothing left to do but go through the motions. nothing. how messy. how funny. how boring. i told you so.
so maybe it is a 9 that you'll want to be, or maybe even something moderately lower. with no aim in mind striving for perfection will only be a strive set alone. a case set match. a quick win. an end with no escape a final say about what's ego and what's not. ejection.
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