Tails
crap. well click click up the hill we going. Outpouring some unedited write for reasons and of course cuz they want to subliminally feed and nurture us into warriors --unite the clans! shuffle to.... every stone, every penny flipped in a fountain...too much -and, but, we battling for supremacy against the dead souls. what's the point. it's all been done before. since we have too much response...ha! I so shell out my masterpiece. remember the access soundtrack, click-grab drag-drop like google rolling earth around; and, for inspiration... twist the listen to #foreverlongingthegoldensunsets so for now ..but I'll rewrite this, the screenplay backwards in a week so like a hidden driver that excites the gypsum panel and produces the white noise, sound masking will be _ _ _ _ ... Unforunately,, oh how in my worst groan I gooo...alright who's taking my shit today? yes. yes. yes. there's my awful bitch. Mickey D's. they got awful stalls and power driven toilets that will flush this stanky annoyance right out the air...silence the crap that scats in spite of the struggle and of the gory rising within; instills a determination _yea. I like that. but not alone. indeed. should I put in a suggestion box.? --change the ending. --rework the chorus. ---move the bridge. axe the third verse. An: go go go. up it built right in. imagine that. u like? Click. You want to lift me up? Comment. I'm just getting started so any praise well u know what it means..
.. well then. With all the famous new sense that everyone who thinks needs one....conceited presence that's naked as a poets soul; offering peaks at some monstrous cojones. or - images we just don't want on our conscience. or not ready for...don't look. ok, cuz it is messy within the nature..rrr.___al order to things. maybe we should. oh no. no they didn't know that yet. or can't picture the splattered rust. or maybe just maybe it could not be held in long enough to become like some epic junk packed into a ship and sand blasted to stream live from the orange moon. wait! yes we are! so. makes ya think just about anyone could make a scene filling in the gaps about how rude D's was for me battling a case to hav legal expenses built right into every insurance coverage..."just another line item to the initial contract,"...a teacher of sorts. with sense enough to to make things much cheaper and more effective than a bunch of business jargon that he was so close to, an agreement that amounted to about all that crap I just flushed away like it was nothing. but quite similar. those ideas hav to go somewhere just the same. to mention his own affinity ... "ween the glass of the world." so similar solar powered side ideals within this construction of a great soul, would hav occurred. but, as when I said, "we in the wrong business"--"oh don't worry Lynk. I am not quitting my day job lol"... basically, that's all i heard. cuz every man always trying to make the discovery of the shattered; and piece it back together. "yea, let's attract the sun. great idea...." yet, And that which ended that pursuit, inevitably. falling to sleep; yet is that which we already told. and thus concerned himself more with transforming any. him. me, plans for half robots but BOOM! Hall explodes! the hall! sketches. drawings. diagrams and schematics gone.!! up in smoke. everything! they were disappearing before they had any chance to awfully grace the air.... So he made me parts from memory. from oh but two-tone drawing/writing this world/age/generation has never seen before. antique paper with ink?. all that remained after the fact; so brace for the amazing by the way his first line read. ...ok wait. no. first. this. I tell u what; that brown mans journal.. the gem. the peace. the answer to everything. the switch. the cure. the song. the shuffle landed on. that sometimes I wish I had been given. the damn thing. as if inherited. Damn the thing that yet had so many deals consolidate; all sorts of issues into like a system that contained one head end for all controls? grasping for it so hooooollllllddd on - "it's just a pair of contacts but when they connect/signal"..the man was a genius. "switch. bam! we on the fuckin M_O_O_N!!"