PURE (OCTAN(E)MOTION)

Through flowing
Flighty feelings of impenetrable percieved power
Deflowering nicely on what was
What is, My
Silly jumbled up what was it, called--conscience.

I am optimistic
I am pessimistic.

“Which day did you happen to CATCH me on?”
I see red.

Hug hug silly peace sign
Dirty gritty brown
Panelled fake wooden siding
Burning.
Gray, black, then white. Then fade then to creme with then red then all over it,
Like that cheesecake I, Always, do, Imagine.
--(But I like the cherry rather than the strawberry)
<kase torte>

17 minutes 30 seconds and you’ll remember it it.
17 times 30 cries tries and you’ll forget it it.
Not it, not it, a yonker is a young man (symbolic 4 memory 4 me).

I am optimistically challenged.
I am pessimistically challenged.

Rat flare piddle Poe
On his nose arrrrrrrrr he sits
Peacefully with red all over in a red pool of double red red.

I am nonsense.
I am sense.

Pure emotion octane speed up impatient
Halt screech stop no never
Go, go go.
Too much Not enough
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