I am the one who has felt most deeply the stuttering of the tongue in its relation to thought.
Think I'm going for a walk now,I feel a little unsteady.I don't want nobody to follow me,'cept maybe you.I could make you happy you know...If you weren't already.I could do a lot of things,and I do.Tell you the truthI prefer the worst of you,too bad you had to have a better half.She's not really my typebut I think you two are forever.And I hate to say itbut you're perfect togetherSo, fuck youand your untouchable faceand fuck youfor existing in the first placeand who am I that I should be vying for your touch?and who am I?I bet you can't even tell me that much...You know, I don't look forwardto seeing you again soon.You'll look like a photograph of yourselftaken from far far away,and i won't know what to do...and i won't know what to say...except fuck you...I see you and I'm so perplexedWhat was I thinking?What will I think of next?Where can I hide?.............The only thing i can think of sayingis fuck you...
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