not a poem

Today I’m not on a shape I’m not a mood
I’m just sid and smoke self cherry sig
In step a ladder by such no one not going.
And in it sun day my means black like a without moon night.
And the thought was be around word “a last”
there enough darkness a space.
But no so just
and again someone interest by my bracelets.
(Before time it was a stranges women)
Then a other. Little child asked give him it. That kid not speak.
he skew head left, and skew head right.
I even not understarnd a boy that or a girl.
It fake disel pulsar with button a rabbit above a moon.
A cleap trinket.
But babe noticed a bear hang in carabin bags
He not insist but same not ready to a refusal.
A super communicator seem it child not speak even.
It bear are bags I drive it of Beij;ng.
I’m not return mistake like a that women.
Child take it bear and will be joy.
I too.

He parents came see and want canceled his profit
but we prevented them.
Even a ting must belong to self a owner.
It bear was that kid but not my.

(but have such idea can go to a thief. Not too long)
But a things have self owner
And not all you things realy yours.
It strange fill and means
It in edge magic.
he walked from close arc, croon something silently
and swing his head left and right –
well, good job.
No one a word - nise the child.
your bear!
and do you want it bracelet too?
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The child persistently called to me at the hare jumping over the moon on my hand.
Children can't even like such things. What tune was he humming?
God, what if it’s the same one that was in my head, that’s exactly how he shook his head.
such a cute face, where did the abrasion on her cheek come from? fell?
not a single word. Children are talkative already at this age.
man is truly a mysterious creature.
this child sang along with me.
but he couldn’t hear me singing this sad song to myself.
but he heard. he shook his head just like that.
This is an incredible phenomenon.

The thing about the song is that it’s too magical and you probably can’t sing it in your head just like that. Well, this child just walked purposefully towards me. he didn't need a bear.
Children can hear things that cannot be heard. he just liked the song.
baby, but the words of this song are not at all for children. or maybe it's the other way around.
but this child did not say a single word. he knows this sad, soundless song too.

the sun was too bright to see it right away
and what a greedy idiot I am, I didn’t give bracelets to anyone who asked for them from me. but it was necessary to make this gesture.

Lord, this child heard what I was silently singing and I didn’t give him the trinket.
I have a lot of bracelets, I will go out into the street and hand them out to passersby. nonsense.

this woman and this child are not random people. What if they wanted to receive a special mood as a gift in the form of a bracelet? the same thing you hum to yourself.
 they asked and did not receive it, although it does not belong to you. this is unforgivable.

I will be even more attentive. And I hope I won’t repeat the mistake.

this child - it’s incredible - he shook his head to the beat of my song, which he heard, although this is impossible. he heard me but I didn’t.

Now scold yourself until you turn blue - a hundred push-ups, a hundred prayers.

and everyone knows that these remedies don’t help against slow-wittedness anyway.
live with it and pretend that nothing special happened.

Lyrics: Necronomicon Eat Jim Carrey and Crowley.
children know more than they know.
he didn't say a single word. he purred to himself and smiling a little.
the adorable baby

I hope this is all my unhealthy fantasy, otherwise it’s just scary.

and is it possible not to lie at least sometimes?

well scary this is an inaccuracy and an intentional distortion.
awesome is the right word?
we know nothing about ourselves.

(it dosent’t a poem.
It the phenomenology!)
Don’t hope to it.
but so all and was.
Not all details of the event were noticed - the puzzle was not assembled.
This is not a puzzle, this is a miracle and I am not a mathematician.
the main thing is missed - the conclusion is not correct.

Would Husserl and Carlos turn over in their graves?
are they there? maybe you want to check?

I protest - the vulgarization of unknown shocking things.
You can sit on your broom then and put on your Halloween hat.
yes, and then you can get off the broom. you know, this is not very decent.

Ouija Keyboard!!!
What kind of shitpie do we have here again!?