11.2.25


Forgetting is a gift.
                       someone said that  he read it   he couldnt remember who  Ha hah
to his friend
              Though youre sensational at it

he chuckled  It’s a gift.

Might say then  youre gifted

   You don’t mean that?

No
      Im being facetious Happy you picked up the tone in my voice
Youre in a league of your own


Facetious?
Squared

   You have to beat up on me?

I wish I didnt
               But if I didnt youd think you were gold

his arms fell haplessly to his sides

Looks like surrender

I am becaus . .
. . Submission
Ya got to be a prick?

Me an Popeye

   What’s that supposed to mean?

I yam wha I yam
                   Singlehandedly he helped me dislike my dislike of spinach
Although coudnt ever grasp his affection for Olive Oil
                                                         Jesus
Long and lean?
Teenytits  No thank you
                            An Brutus chasing her ass too
Maybe  maybe had hidden talents
Ifya catch my drift
No.

No
     You rarely catch my drifts

Surrender

Surrender?

Please

Please?

Gifted   Forgetting
   Ah.

You forgot

Ya took me off my pace.

A onelegged pace
                    Called a hop 
A prick, and a braggart.

Aint braggin if I can remember

A wicked memory.

Long wicked memory



   You know whas occurred to me

You?

Never.

Is it possible tha zombies are just horrific Alzheimers
                                                         Runs in your family right

   How shall I say this?

Please  Indelicately

Fuck you in the ass.

Aww  Yamake me proud
                           My little boy all grownup

2257,  Monday,  10  2. 25
2047,  Tuesday,  11  2. 25

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