Failing to notice we. That more than anything else we are impotent.
Dude, we too. And, the constant years long knowing of that is tiring.
Never able to satisfy some other thirsty, thirsty in the mirror and
unwilling to give. Unwilling can be the same as unable. And it makes its
way to identifiers too. Some thing we call Artist is impotence at high
key, gloss, and finest. We cannot but point and symbolize, because
profession is for selfers.
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