here do we go... from here... how do we manage... from there... why do we care... from where... and so on... and on... about what... everything and nothing... it's like an art form of writing loads without saying much... some may call it rethorical... political... journalistical... poetical... gramatical... booty call... collect call... historical... but really... it s more like a way to fill the blanks... pretend to be doing something... thinking ahead of a time waste... black hole magic... any words would do... any rhyme is fine... define... imagination can even come at play... with boredom... there might even be a few glimpses of geniousness... read between the lines... unexpect the expected... reverse the verses... verse the reverses... call it tennis if you will... filter that water... cast that iron... fill the gap... swap... sweep... weep... flip... tap... tip... tic... trick... swallow it all... yeah baby... now we talking... heads up... this is not what you think it is not... beyond status... rogue... lone frog... sense it or leave it... as simple as that... as complicated as this... trust me is you can... understand... once again... the meaning of this call... rise up to the occasion... grasp... forecast... think again... probabilities will eventually make it happen... eventually... love... again... what a vague bunch of letters... god... thick fog of thoughts... once upon a pay day...
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