It matters with whom you get stuck in the room.
i've been changing rooms my whole life. i'm half -a-century +
i ain't changin' rooms no more.
Please understand my need for privacy.
Pity, if you must, my self-inflicted isolation
its my middle path (through contemplation)
to find knowledge, wisdom, enlightenment
Think you well or think you ill of me
i just want all of us free to be
PS:
Confirm or so help me, me
and other furniture in this room
will kick you
the fuck out.
(PSS:)
as the ebb and flow of the tide against the shore
erosive Time has slowly worn the edges off my sharp personality
leaving a more tolerant,if not yet tolerable:man.
(PSSS:)
to the sandy jacobys of this world:u aint cuttin' in my line
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