Their ones was a man who predicted the whether, and always new weather it wood rein or knot. While he was quiet good a tit, he spent to much thyme thing king a boot it, and never made any fiends.
Won knight, he was out four a wok, and had a chance to meat sum peep hole from work, but he had know moan knee, sew in steed, he waked home and swept...
Sorry, this is preposterous, I feel like I had some better homonyms and such to play with, but dems da breaks as they say. The style pretty accurately describes where my head is at, discombobulated, and out of sorts, correct, but not right....
Lately, as I've mentionned, things have been kinda lame, romance not going the way I hope (the way towards existing in this case), money being tighter than usual, school and work on the horizon, but somehow not attainable yet, and on top of it all my physiotherapist still won't let me ride my bike!!!
Things keep up like this and I might just pick up and start running, not towards anything, not away from anything, just staying in transit until I collapse or have some kind of profound.... Well anything but the status quo will do!
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