`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
-Lewis Carroll
I feel like I have something to say, but no way to say it. So fucking typical.
In open-range I see the sea,
and seize besiegingly
the waves and waters salt and feed.
Not beholden to moral boundaries;
I beseech the nature's orrificees!
God, I make myself laugh so hard sometimes.
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