We were dragging the bones of dutiful throughout and aching inside of our house of mind( it isn’t even appropriately remote anymore ) How we make ends mend themselves, and it
wasn’t about the same subjects anyMORE but for the mere eager fACT THAT THEY take none to zilch of it back. We size ourselves up and interact to lonnnnNg game interrupt with trembling {iN}tEnsItY… their senses again
“. If looking for precision is their game then we won’t be making them (in) any which way our FaVourIte Piles of people(. !) “Course it’s a ******* roundhouse kick to the same {sHaPe Of}}} face a million times over… as they bleed with the clothes bled into reckless reckoning by: another person’s cocaine-enhanced NOse(.)”
