Their dreams are Dostoyevskian and their onus is on.. acting the maggot this time. That timid interplay of fictitious fiction(!?) really did seem to
Get its clocked off kicks from tossed salad and sCrAmbLeD EgGs(..) He’s crawling again..
Into the deepest of horseshit and with his own onus on US, actually. There’s a very great and good chance that she didn’t even exist, not Even For
A mere EAGER… minutes and moments and hours and hangovers.. these are the most magnificent and creatively effed UPTHINGS ON THE uniVERSE actually. And we do salute them.. when the
OtherSIDE becomes real and a reel of stories begin to makeSeNsE again
