dear whoever reads this oh yeah that's me

that's the me in you or whatever. and i'm eating oatmeal, oh maybe i should go and eat some oatmeal downtown or another friend will stop and tell me about their dreams.
there are two principles nur that you must remember. back in the day, all the hours you stared at that single wall of fantasy artwork of the wind and the willows.. remember, on your purple bed beside your window with purple velvet curtains, to the right you analyzed every piece of that wall, but never saw the same things. the mushroom house could become a skull, and steam from cooking, poison cloud. the animal people deformed and reformed with the gaze of your eyes. you can't remember your thoughts, you thinking man. this was all meaningful. it taught you:
-everything is not as it seems, and can be malleable, manipulated
-you decided a long time ago to take the beating for trying to express yourself openly
 AND MY WHAT A BEATING THEY WOULD GIVE
oh the story. and oh how many words. and oh the coming silence.
this one talks BECAUSE of how comfortable is the silence.

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This beast is always needing more money, more recognition, or it needs more food, alcohol or drugs to feel at ease.

"need beast."

needs no thneed