justwrite 31 july

As we puff up our own upper crust and compliment each other yes it becomes clear so plain to see the words we are saying are true yes we are skilled and yes we have our moments and there are many of those there are mountains and we climb them there are words and we can rhyme them sometimes like now we have hiccups and our flow is a little off we scoff normally at such unnimble typing like hyping thimble writing as if it made sense as if the fence crossed no borders and the sorted warders are looking out for their own particular flocks we are locked into battle and the cattle don’t call like they used to we’re through few and many stages of raging against machines but the scenes remain to be and we yes we are the conquerors of lists and the missed opportunities are minimal we’re spinning full and fast curves around the corners and water under the bridges of any other county we’re bounty hunters and we’re getting things done no gold medals won but the to-do lists ta-done and all we’re stunned to find on our resumes plays out pretty smoothly the grooved beats on a percussed record sets up pressure to stream on dynamically I’m sending out some wonders and you wander as you go and you gaggle with the flow of a thousand tired birds waving and weaving their flighty paths through maps neither googled nor explorable by conventional means and so it seems we’ll wrap today as long as the hiccups continue I’m sorry I had hoped for something more from these moments but exercise of the fingers lingers in my mind as time well spent