Yearlong Sonnet-- Iteration 47

Avoid all of you.
 walked away. Through unhappiness, a nearness look past
All this at when time of falling shrubs full of self absorbed
 fantasy
is near. bag of fucking wind. But these spray and there during
 all theres no attention for this
wide path deletes path by people too cool to show up on time
 pretentious crap tonal petal orifice began faint allure so 
 smirch rippling
in this nerd herd sausage and there is no possible way to edit
 this shit.
 or declare it as either good or bad. it is boring. RELATIVE
 TO RELATIVE CAN ALWAYS ARGUE A POINT..SO HAVE YRSELF you and
 help you creative your
LOOOK,HE SIGNED MY BOOK. woop. reveals itself or it doesnt.
a routine or what one or just not thinking.
Someone nothing is going man girling alive if put aim doesn't
 ever know alone
Gone is mine will to be
implant unposed. Away like I chase loose ive wasted enough
 of yr time and my time..but thanks...