copious speculation

The last post, for all who are curious, was just a bunch of gibberish that I found in my inbox.

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Lately an event that shall remain unnamed has left me a bit unsettled. It has become one of those awful things (there are three) that I ponder on when I get bored. It doesn't have any significant kind of role in my life (a.k.a. nearly no role at all) but the idea has left me and my brain to turn it over an over again.

Anxiety? Probably not. But the effects of this are not unlike that of anxiety. I'm doubling my trouble with my copious speculation.

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If there's someone you can live without, then do so.
And if there's someone you can just shove out, do so.

You can be my Yoko Ono
You can follow me wherever I go
Be my, be my, be my Yoko Ono.

Isn't it beautiful to see two people so much in love?
Barenaked as two virgins hand in hand and hand and hand in glove.
Now that I'm far away it doesn't seem to me to be such a pain.
To have you hanging off my ankle like some kind of ball and chain.

You can be my Yoko Ono
You can follow me wherever I go
Be my, be my, be my Yoko Ono.

Oh no, here we go, our life is just one big pun.
Oh no, here we go as Yoko sings
Aieee!

I know that when I say this
I may be stepping on pins and needles.
But I don't like all these people
Slagging her for breaking up The Beatles.
(Don't blame it on Yokey!)
If I was John and you were Yoko,
I would gladly give up musical genius,
Just to have you as my very own, personal venus.
(Hit it!)

You can be my Yoko Ono
You can follow me wherever I go
Be my, be my, be my Yoko Ono.