That if you`d been of me

 I had an unfriend who was out of my heart. It was not so sad but threwish as I could wait for "Hennessy". Some of unmines had told that I am a drunker - as less, no more than people doodling some chews from their cola glassbearings.

Now I never drink. I can but don`t. I can to do it so big bottle and and go like a strong giggler to my houses. I feel - even more, I know - it will be last I`ll do in this covidiotism.

Knowing as ones looking for too much I`s in englishry never did so hard gentling. "Me has a drill" sounds like a bad affair before Luther`s detouching.

"They killed my dream" is too pathetic instead of "Wait for". Too loyal, too slow, too happeninguish, as much more deprivated, but unexpressive in their humidiousity - wait for, wait for, wait for, until they didn`t kill yours.

Sometimes I can`t. I have too liked unfriends who never loved their hearties offline. They prefer practical cinicism blouring them in clarity with a hotbulbed chewing-gum. So hard, so upspeakable, so glooting when you come from a big hole to another excalibation.

When bones are hurted with that victorising copyfier, you get and get, and get loosing. Your heart is like a Kiki. Awful, needled, crying Kiki without any crushpunks. 

As more languages you know, Kiki falls up every of those. She looks on your feet with crambledowns and never starts to hush, hush and hush. She knows how to die but never does it outselves.

I wasn`t be short before Kiki never lives as my heart-handler. Imaginating her two-pointed, but very strongly jarned head, with carry-upped hairs you never go to scrabble it with mines.

She goes by-out, and I feel anymore of loving her little dad puzzles.

Some of my minds tell that we begin to live in one-day care. Why glues? Because of shuttups those never goosed byhandling.

My country enterprises cool shuttles. 

My country overfalls hard chatdowns.

Your country never grew the finest roses in the world but corplication is here. Drhyme a shedlist, wait for the moment and never speak Italiano. Your upfriends come to touch as less one word from your own language with a ruler you`ve never lost. It`s always broken before the one day you fired your rewinding.

That if you`d been of me you`re neverbroken Kiki. Paint her on your album for stumps and make a gift to those who mustn`t go. you have a dream, but wait, wait, wait for... .

01/01/2022