…And Lovers Gag On Us

Sometimes an idea is just not good, the poetry is bad. The thing with a typewriter is you get what you get, stream of consciousness, unforgiving. That makes it more interesting, right? Forced self-edit in the mind. Do you finish a thought in your head before you speak it out loud? I do not. Normally, anyway. I am working on that. I suspect good speakers do.

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