languid

hmmm... things on the mind. some... hmmm... kinda wanna... got all a couple times today... but i'm still kinda & but the mood must come down when the ride is soo high. it is just as it is and the hope for the future is eye rolling. just the immediate. we shall not look furhter than the weekend for now. the days are just aspace between moments. justa notch for the team.

things seem like they might be better than ever but the fog clouds it all. the music egts loud when the storms rise but there is an eirie calm for now. just crew mischief and the like. the bird is squaking like a crunk on junk when the funk is like spunk on the corner. the chalice is full as it runns down my fingers and the sweat breaks light as the scream sounds like a singer.

the melancholy of the brood calls for the ride was so high. the fallow fields need cultivation and the row will show life. will the chance be taken for the is nothing to do but try. what the hell. wear a sleeve and show blackest night and purist light as christian death moans to the right.

the wise fools feed on the young and find lush berries of fodder and wrath. the test of the whatnot and the trident of the sea will ravage towards whatever slides forth from the dark holes of glib tongues and foundering fools of grace.

so there. no quarter and all that because i like life in my teeth.



aloha,
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