Soup ladles protruding from the sun on this of rain infested melancholy allies, dumpsters full and every window filled with toys. Blight this constructed object agenda proposal mind made and allured by design. Breath, .
Under the clouds like a curtain on a play made for the blind, sounded out with entropy, a yawn for my staggering construction. avant garden of words harvested with a clean and austere glaze, slanderizing the spirit however dirty with a hose of grammar.
Pump up your chest and take it, this love is ugly to a crowded diorama hidden in the maze of discarded decisions and mislead propositions. Can and will is like a hammer and nail together they build and both can be used “in other ways”