What are words really? The dawn of a new day, smoke filled room with dirty underwear, I, eye, goose and gander, love, hate, good and bad, up and down, pink flowers, strawberry jam. God, my head hurts and my ears are ringing.
What are words really? running late, I'm to early, I can hardly breath I took a a big breath, red licorice and apple juice with red lipstick. Got milk, have a V8, ring the bell, don't knock, knock don't ring the bell, to many words, not enough words.
What are words really? Bag of beans, son of a gun, and Lay's potato chips, oh oh yes please. Religion, losing it, freedom of what? what's free? Advertise here, no soliciting, no loitering, hang out,
I need a cigarette. Bounce the ball, bat the ball, God I need a nap.
What are words really? Take your pick say them all, say none of them it matters not it is just vibrations that clang and knock each other around until the right sound and word come tumbling out.
What?
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