XII. So I basically forgot of the existence of my own personal muse As you were truly the source of my poetic yearnings. Oh, fear not avid reader. I write onÍ You, the disappearing reappearing poet/doll were my jumpkick boost the fuse to my dynamite the push at the top of a steep steep mountain and the introduction to a life intelligent of radical poetry and literature that actually did blow my brains out early a Saturday morning and only Tuesday afternoon, 3:30ish so did I find the lower half of my cerebrum behind the radiator. YOU! introduced me introspected me hardly prepared me for the trip I now take myself on. YOU! the blast the lethal dose of intelligence the single handed reason I apply ink to pale india paper YOU! gone, lost, invisible, beyond YOU! a god, a devil, a spirit, a human a doll, a lifeforce, a break, a link a want, a need, a have, a cast away from your own world. and 7 months 25 days 23 hours since our last mute laughter together why did you show up on my doorstep last night?
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