collaborative poem written with my rickbot

hanging out badly because you just had become
the casino he had been was sitting here to give
the middle-aged male performer I have been 
once a conversation has been folded & organized
i was doing and i am about to answer 
do not obey the city of it before it's destroyed
hanging out hands me their undying 
a woman at work thanks all states of behavior 
my egotism. 
former ground and the Brain, which aims to receive 
the middle of the Luminescence Conference 
if you suffer in the middle of this 
i am feeling vulnerable one saturday at the interrogation
 maybe perhaps we both gave her eyes and circled his freedom 
i don't feel like something needs to talk to remind us of the day
one of the cloud pictures
i feel a caramel coated mama pitbull looks up my yoga 
trying to play certain roles, 
trying to find a better way 
to take the temperature culprit
my fault for finding something more easily 
to have a collar, just make a point
the slightest brush could almost 
that i have warm wet food 
and struggled to form attachments to work 
wishing i could be hanging out at home
in a row pushed away from others.