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Anarcisios
That's what I call it
If being that is superstition
Could be cruelty
Childish
But I am so
I am an Anarcisios
It's not that I don't know
But in my organized chaos
That's my
Acting on/off/out/within/
That's kin
On abnormal
Normal
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Far away from
If you please
That's a defective chromosome
That I don't Buy
Nobody buys it anymore


Proudly pass It

PsyFry

Tolerance
Passion
Poison
Fingers
Trash
You want Love
Respect
Balls
Pubs
Pumpkins
shadows
Kisses
Horses
Mary
You want pride
on what
that

Under the cool breeze We rejoice with the path

Going deep into the cool breeze

Staying away of the burning hell

Fast as making a Quiz

The troubles come and tell

Those off’s

Turn on

And mindless

Became square puffs

Though rough

Cash go through

Though laugh

Under the cool breeze

We rejoice with the path

Making and mailing

Our likes and dislikes

Putting privacy disclosed

We are failing

In the basics

That is our ceiling

That is bigger than we supposed

And the logic of tics

Is to understand our fights

Real unreal

That’s how everything is spit

We rejoice with the path

Thrown away

To redefine

Like a manipulative survey

What is the setting time

For pay day

That is no more than

Get a ticket

To give out

What let and left sky

The Amazing Lightheaded

And the Spy

Waiting to die

Poor Rich

King of the soul

The cool

And that is why?

We all die

Because the king spot

Is made of burning Hot

That’s what makes him on the Top

And that’s the reason, for so many Spotted

Simple almost arithmetic

Bad and energetic

Hyperbole asymmetric

Of hearth Top

Under the cool breeze

We rejoice with the path

My faith is one

That from somewhere

Will come

Till there

I will stay

With none

But

My holder

Building my clay

Having some fun

May will be always May

And will good or bad

This is no more than that

More or less because

That is the reason

For Math

To discover some problematic

Undercover

Tech

That gave the will to check

The limits of the Net

But those are the same as let

And should

In math

There are no frontiers

May be a founder

Does tech mean math?

Does tech mean death?

I am positive that the planet has answers

At least the Universe is prodigal in questions

And that is why

The reason of math death and Tech

To greet

And neat

It is chic

Will IT always be?

IT

With the rush in

Push down

Grab one

Loose it in

Fake one

Cash it off

And burning skin

Than cool inn

That’s Idealistic concern

For the world kin

Those