Entry #1 from the desk of Dysnomia

I like the way my fingers vibrate when they tap in succession over keys

Or a desk.

I like the way my mouth tastes bad after a good cup of coffee.
I like the way my mind feels after a good cup of coffee; puts a bad taste in the  mouths of a culture frightened by my
Pen-tongue.
If this is mightier than a sword, then what can the daggers in my eyes do
When my soul has a bone to pick?
Since I am done looking down,
Some best look away.
I like the way my bones feel when my soul notices their part to play and
I like the way you feel when you listen to what I’m bound to say
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