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Where the heart is hung well.

just for the record, i never needed to turn up the volume, the sound was always that loud from the beginning… not every song is the same style, but naturally there are aspects that would all create a similar image somehow, thus defining who I am to some extent… blaring out the depth of unchallenged intent… the dancing devil aware of the evolution of dynamic intent, distraction his tongue as he speaks with words like ‘would’ and ‘should’ and ‘could’, that it makes me numb… a crass opinion pining for the ribbon when nothing is ever won from striving to make better what happens to be the reason for the run, the familial generations take themselves and the directions of whole units of their own species to unknown country and cityscape, and the need for restraint becomes apparent to the others that notice us from within… that there is a different being than what appears at first through the skin, a crevice of complicated stubborn sense crying out that life isn’t fair, but fully aware that no one wants to listen to that droning on… there isn’t much that isn’t make your own luck… don’t waste the ink to declare me insane… i have better things on my plate to forward to…

Thanks, khet.