Blank slates and the art of roughness.
For without friction there is no growth.
Which we all need.
Yet what caused me to be rough was a lack of bacteria diversity. The audacity. For what white trash was laden on me to continue a certain trajectory.
Or punishment by the empire to be a well tempered cavalier instead of one of those who knew better. Could act against what determined freedom while serving the people who I could never really see as trash. Humans that required compassion.
A Metcalfe.
Just a bond, a stock not a contest to the crown itself, as I had to be.
So a tabula rasa occured for me at the age of 16. Not due to being alive, but to knowing how to be without my bacterial diversity.
Or say why a Brown was paired with the descendant of the contest to the queen. The gentleness to balance what was bred for purpose to terminate.
Always paired with a Sarah at some stage thereonin.
It is ok everyone I have tissues for my issues. Or maybe even the sound of a violin.
Ah a tissue for my issue.
My grief of lost humanism to be soothed by the sound of a violin.
Does not equate to equality does it? My friend?
We can pretend for sure. If you need to.
The new scots, brits, dutch and more mate.
Get them to Ja Bob. Be the Bob Marley at sea ey. As a defence to our autonomy.
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