grumbling rumbling mind, empty void of pitiness, pettiness cleverness. actions for satisfaction, dissatifying matter of fact. seeking knowledge of perfection effective affection. still there's less time passing outside my mind than within. dreams are the means. give me a booster to wake up with the rooster. the tea i sip is the good drink from the platter given to me by the mad hatter. the fact is it just dosnt matter. a child's thoughts are more than mild draughts intoxicating the mind. they are te truth unhithered by the constraints of adulthood. i am meakly seeking a sip of tea.
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