she likes me
can't resist it
she chases me
won't admit it
comical futility
tragic stupidity
i beg her
to back out
she cries
she'll hang on
i forebode
our fall out
she tells me
she'll move on
speedily she says
her new world
will emerge
angrily she
her petty goals
does divulge
where's the simplicity
sense of honor
where's the compassion
shame upon her
alas her past
has caught up
with her
imminent
her karma
besieges her
comical futility
tragic stupidity
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This is a personal blog. This blog represents an explicit and unedited outburst of consciousness attributed to the author's subconscious that unconsciously emanates opinions and ideas that are seldom relevant, often fictitious, and absolutely harmless. Any attempts to challenge the rationale of this streaming consciousness will be met with stiff resistance from the author's subconscious and could render you unconscious. On a less frivolous note, the material contained herewith is copyrighted. Just ask, and you shall receive.