30 and counting. (but who's counting?)
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30 years of living death and counting,...
but whos' counting?
not I!
(said the sheep destined to die.)
nor We!
(replied the fleas, who lived as
memories upon that sheep.)
30 more seconds often seems utterly
unbearable, and (considering the jestering
nature of this universe) for that very reason
I'll likely live an eternity of lives perpetually
trying to rid myself of FLEAS;
One thought in a mind of infinite thoughts,
thinking;..
(don't ever count on anything.)
J.Stephen.H
this probably comes off as a bit :17-year old goth girl about to play razorblade roulettes over
her break up with Kount Chocula; but that wasn't the intent; so if it happens to seem that way,
good; (i wasnt counting on that either.)
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