Dead Fen Squawking

This is not minding nor mind meld. Why then does it always seem plagiarized whatever I write, even off the top of my mind? Is it my subcon clawing from the trapdoor or just my brain in brain echoing? Left Right, not just for marching. The fact that right is adroit, and left is gauche gives me no end of suffering, which is another etching all lie, I meant and mean hate, that. Fucking French what. Not that I really like care, or like you really care, like 'really' can die there too in the poppied fields of memories that last as long as, not even the last soldier, but we have many more sheep to shear and fiery shit skillets to skate and anything but mad bad dangerous self sacrifices to make; and by the by, when they say 'we', they mean and meant 'you'; y'know?