While I correct my smartphone's auto correct mistakes,
And stumble over the joke itself!
Paint me Fuckin Docile!!!! Ha!
Try.
Words are formed,
Everywhere, from everybody,
As if they are relevant and superior to others' formations of.
I calculate, and forget, and scramble
All too often- paradoxical traits all abided by me.
My mind's madhouse is an Einstein's desk of calculated storehouses from different sources. References and files I abed away, to return and flip through.
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