A Cataclysmal Poet to the reefer.
O Thereafter Cataclysmal Poet
The cataclysmal reefer to a poet
O to Fête the Cataclysmal Reaper
Uneasy lays the head that wears a
crown.
U is a pussy. That’s right. I guess maybe nobodies asked you? Sorry, but that doesn’t count, that’s a
half-assed way of feeling like you did everything you can. I told him that if he helps me in any way
we’ll look like we made it up. Sorry
folks, this is not an april fools joke.
Every time in my life that I’ve told
someone I’m psychic is in here. I’ve
never been wrong, and I’m not leaving out the times I wasn’t right. If anybody claims I said something along
those lines and it’s not in here, they are lying.
Why would I want to hurt Maynard? He is the penultimate hope for my story being
justified, why would I ever want to impede that? I have to walk on eggshells regarding me
communicating with him.
Anything I’m saying right now would
work.
I said I’d face every trial and
tribulation imaginable to prove that you can find joy beyond the
suffering. I said I’d be married with a
kids, and get divorced because she wouldn’t believe me. He said, well, just tell her what you told
me. I said I needed her to believe me
because she loves me, not because she hears me state the future. I said if she can’t believe me because I told
her it is so, then there is no love. I
said I’d be destroyed by the divorce. I
also knew I’d repress the memories.
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