We seem to see Jim Cash dash to meet his maker
flaky sort of somebody altogether, so he is indeed
Too true, preposterously otherworldly
In a most outrageously juxta-supposed manner of making him work top hat-too-hard to settle this burgeoningly futile worth of his
a heady, albeit no less tumultuous existence for it
Paper doll instances do tend to falling paltry away – to the forlorn slip-to-fu#king-slide side
when so nearly unbelievably expected
He might well die, but he will write ’til nothing but a legacy makes sense again
This pen pushed him to a point of anticipatory suicide and we do adore the cliché so much
He broached the surface, then he lost his touch