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Inktober #10 - Afterman

But thanks to the scoop outflew the coop
"I'm heading to the wild ya'll!"
I'll shit the shoot

Spent two days at the cottage,
Without power or wattage,
Yet hours flew a lot eh?
I'm back and amped like Scotty

Strange though how that can be
Fly up to charge your batteries
But you can't charge 'em without
Some kind of current factory

Amped up without amps!
Charged up without charge!
Yet I did go for a drive in a
Starved electric Car!

A Kia Niro hybrid
Was too easy to drive it
Want a chassi that rumbles
And makes you feel alive in!

But I cant complain must mention
Automatic windshield wipers and suspension
It flew over those rolling roads with no
Speed bump apprehension

And I spent so much time walking!
With boots that weighed a ton!
And talking of old relatives
Who died when I was young!

A village of two hundred
Used be two thousand some!
Yet in the night and mist
Light persists. All but glum.

And the firewood that sparkled,
Lit up the indoor darkness.
We used up all old candle stumps,
From years and years of harvest.

Skinny dipping in the morning
In a lake so still and dormant
Wake it up when you hit it
It hits you up with instant warming!

What a paradox though it's freezing!
Spent last night all just sneezing!
Almost thought I might be feeling
A cold going on this season

I've been speaking without reason
Eating berries where they leave 'em
Picking greens and eating pike-perch
Finger-licking freedom!

It's been easy it's been hectic!
Flew on the freeway back to the exit
Gotta get gas leave keys check baggage
Wade through queues now packed like cabbage

All the 'rona guise has lifted,
People flying like they're living,
People vibing out with children,
Throwing bags they throw intill them

I've been living double fast!
Days fly and now I'm back with the bubble wrap
And the mask and the trouble that waits in the governed land.
Hygiene, be clean, don't hold MY hand!

Leave that in the rugged back,
With the smile with the little while, all is lost in a mile,
And now you struggle with the cost of denial
And of living in a way where you ought to have gotten the job and the wife and...

Gotten into the stock and the norm,
Gotten propped on forgotten reforms,
Why are you feeling like it all stops with the storm,
Keep waiting for a change! Want a LOT and then more!

Want meaning not a plot to enGeorge.
Live forged till you drop in the morgue
It's a feeble life propped by the evil guys,
Want to be free and write just flee from the... neon skies!

Seek apocalypse now like the bottom.
Is what we need to reach to find options.
Whole world now feels like Compton
Looks like paradise, FEELS like problems

Left and right like Crips and Bloods
Let them gather on sides, forget us,
Keep paving the way they can't keep up
Leave 'em running pothole roads till they're stuuck

While we ride on and clear the rights...
Anyway I'm flying through some airy skies
Looking at clouds in a sea down below me
Wonder if this is how it feels to be holding... iNC

I'm back... I think.
Whole weekend just fleeew by... in a blink.
And I'm hella tired but just showered wildly.
So I do not stink if you move beside me.

Word out.


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