All hats off to you all - welcome to the seed of the true lie.
It is not as if I have this any more than I am administering anything in general. This that attempts to be all the damn things that follow the end of this sentence.
It is all good people. That the then of this conundrum in cacophony. Oh fun one under the sun that one. (AHEM)
A myriad thing to inscribe and yet nothing remarked, nothing in the trees - those pillars of time.
It strains against the verb that noun not written yet but fleshed out in the future form. A disjointed reminder of the pandering need not really screened or sensed, just there outside of what is ignored.
When I jerk off I think that it's a form of a cup of coffee. When I consider the mirror when I consider that fucking mirror. The self in pleasant primordeal horror looking on back into the shades of me uttered and yet to be so. A fucking form of coffee punk into the rat. tat, tat (pause after the last tat, wait for it, wait the fuck for it ye digital friend)
(tick, tick, tick) cream that sugar on the spoon's twirling the yesterday...
(tick, tick, tick) (tick, tick, t' tick) (tick, tick, tick)
As you were people. The review is done. Collect your free condoms at the door.