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Some vintage spoken word poetry...

Life as an Immortal, it tends to be anti-oral, cause I try to keep it cordial, with these mortals and there moral, so I Ignore’em and focus on the picture, that is bigger, like the native son, related to non, degraded by  some, why? cause I’m the difference, the difference is that commitment, and persistence are assistant, in making the product of my quotient unquestioned, any questions, which would only mean that its perfect, and if not perfect, its not worth the time and effort of an immortal being, being that I am of immortality, I’m flawless I have no fallacies, your fantasy is my reality, hmhmm sarcastically, I smirk but my intent was to do it casually, but I let my ego over shadow what was actually, just a moment of satisfaction, so no need for a reaction, this is just a mere fraction, a contraction, of how I feel in my mind, so um... pay me no mind, please Memoirs’ of an immortal being…

Kaashif Iman