Where is my mind? Sitting here typing this it wanders to and fro not wanting, seeing, or hearing but needing. Needing that one thing it doesn't know about yet. I shouldn't be listening to this but I am. There is some truth to it all I suppose. Just need to find it all.
Pirates dance around doing a jig while sailing the foamy seas, plundering all they encounter. Yar har fidle dee dee being a pirate is alright to be, do what you want ‘cause a pirate is free,you are a pirate! Escaped into the world of oceans and booty to be plundered. Taking from the hands that cared for it.
I must find a way to achieve this. There has been an acquired target and if you let it slip through your fingers once again there is no hope for you. Hear me? NO. HOPE. You've done it before so why is it so hard to do it again? Simply ask and see where it goes. But what of my appearances? There's no way I can ask like this. Do it anyway. You've got a week, make use of it. Sleep will be your greatest ally here.
Flowing through it all at high velocities not knowing which way to look let alone turn it all comes crashing down sooner rather than later. It shows no sign of stopping. Figure it out. You must. There is some light in this dank tunnel however. The project it moving along nicely and things are starting to take shape. A lot on your plate but this will prove that you know your stuff. Thank you God.
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