The death of bla bla?
It won't be the death of bla bla but just the death of my bla bla.
Perhaps it will just be a long Rip Van Winkle sleep. A bla bla hibernation.
It won't start now but sometime soon. Little bits of bla bla will burst forth--perhaps a supernova. And then darkness.
All along I knew: It's simply bla, bla. Mere bla bla. Yet...at times it seemed like more. What precisely, I don't know. A possiblity. The glimmer of a possibility at least. There is a self I can only access through the bla bla and nothing inspired more bla bla than this venue of blablasity. When it goes, so will she.
It won't be the death of bla bla but just the death of my bla bla.
Perhaps it will just be a long Rip Van Winkle sleep. A bla bla hibernation.
It won't start now but sometime soon. Little bits of bla bla will burst forth--perhaps a supernova. And then darkness.
All along I knew: It's simply bla, bla. Mere bla bla. Yet...at times it seemed like more. What precisely, I don't know. A possiblity. The glimmer of a possibility at least. There is a self I can only access through the bla bla and nothing inspired more bla bla than this venue of blablasity. When it goes, so will she.
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