I hate being made fun of.
In the interim I’ve written hate jokes,
All natural as parfait clouds beginning to part — over 1000 —
The aerodrome softly moans .. it could be roars of laughter falling into introspection

slotted for long silent scream divisions with fearful levels of id emergence
— And owing to your interest... this won’t constitute a date.

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How can I neck you into warming
up tomtom heartbeats, migrating
to far boundaries by hand
to hand in a laughing matter?

Trick question.
That’s how comedy for squares works.
If it’s a question today,
Tomorrow, what’s the transition?

Reciprocating.