Flip like a trip.
Look like a skip,
snap like a switch,
crack like a whip.

If it breaks more, takes more, fakes more. Then it burns like brush.


The real Flip is not brought to you by the internet.

Geo-social relations and outputs of the global economy will not change if we never meet.

Yesterday wasn't all that different than any day before, but tomorrow looks good.

The street don't change, the houses, or the names.

Just the people.

Forever changing is in essence staying the same.
Wanna know something about me.... I won't sell, I don't spell and I never spill.
I refuse to too.
Wanna impress me..?....
Say something new.
Be something different.
Do something infinite, and describe it to me.

Don't view hitting it off with me as a pass/fail.
Odds are, you aren't the one, and that's not your fault.

I am the drunken master of social situations. Not that I drink; it's more like I never know what it is that I was doing... Until its all over.
Then and only then do I understand why I make the choices I do.
It feels less scripted that way; and no one can say that I knew all along... Even though I may have.

Innocent; no.
Aware of the complication of awareness; vaguely.
Prepared to take responsibility....
Never.

So, I don't know what I am going to do... Yet.



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