How many wrongs can I write – before the minute hand breaks?

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Pump the accelerator
pedal push tha’ brakes.
Tap it touch it timid dim lit eddy trickle rip a dribble lick a thistle
whistle while you dial sonny – plaid like boys fly high on money
slouchin’ boundin’ bunny pouncin’ women convincin’ confidence pinchin’
Zed-like demeanor be mean or be meaner look at this ‘r that ‘r her, anything for envy, Sir.
Take a picture, take a pic, sure, take a picture, take a pic, sure.
Imagine aging like some mage in ancient Egyptian hieroglyphic inscription scratching memories with ease
chisel tap bing bang rows in threes
that’s how you spell Honey Bees

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Hi, I’m Andrew, but I go by TweakUnique. I looove spreading smiles from cheek to cheek. Daylight moves us as morning passes we all get up off to our tasks with a new tomorrow dividing our time; imagine, would you? Less sorrow this time? That’s my dream and waking habit - follow the steps and then we’ll have it. Place your bets step with science develop plans with confidence. We move together whether we like it or not. Shared air is shared weather, or have you forgot? Trash you dish is trash you’ll eat - what goes around comes around. Gravity. The way we walk is by falling just a little; if you wanna fly high dive into BIG riddles. Practice morally communally in mind. Creativity unravels unrest. It unwinds.