as the wheels on his chair go round, two AA batteries his voice got sound.
intelligence spouted its profound. with his Darlex sound i'm spellbound.
what a mind. its a beautiful mind. not crows but a hawkins shrine.
waste man not listing. why does the universe go to all the bother of existing.
universe doesn't allow perfection. take for granted actions every bodily function.
minds are 21st century natural selection. no second chances fixing corrections.
If time travel is possible, where the tourists from the future. today is the future.
if i could walk and talk i'd beat you. shake it. take it.. make it... happen.
its time to roll like hawkins. i want to roll like hawkins. move like hawkins.
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