For example, using cardboard instead of concrete. What a great idea that was.
Melted ice cream with snake eyes. Vomit of yellow, carrots, and smooth.
Man, check out my game. It’s a whistle, it’s a walk.
Still stuttering on the down stroke.
I care about what tree burns best. But fire is fire.
Are you sure there is not anymore in the back? Cause isn’t that your favorite?
The way you push away by a double exhale, one-two, is a way of it doesn’t matter any way.
And it’s okay
But it’s not, so…
Anyway
We can sit on this side and enjoy with our eyes, the deep
passion of our interlaced morals.
Convenience is a golden hurtle that I am coming back for.
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