Justice
is now visually incredible but about the vanish. I say that because I feel that
I understand the rain better now, it spends most of its creative time in
misery, producing only bad stuff and ass-kicking. What the stance is has no
bearing on the ghost writer community. See as many episodes as you like, they
are perfectly serviceable. Better morals too. Can't say better than phenomenon
at this convention. How about that?
That's
sort of my tonnage, it doesn't grab me as much as you do with your centrifuge
pregnancy. This is the kind of thing that shocks elderly gentlemen with
glasses. They hate it. Don't force the opinions while cross-referencing commits
to the scenery. Man up while they're dwelling on the greyscale background,
while it makes the irretrievably nervous about the sundials. My support doesn't
matter all the way back here in the back row with all the popcorn making out
and the human lovers on the floor. Just stick to the left and watch your back.
Guessing helps ward off eternal death via paternal bliss and snuff. Time to
grow a pair and snort at derision. Either way you need a key and that doesn't
just magic itself into the literary canon.
Down
here the Pisces are doing the opposite of wreckage, they are establishing
continuity with face huggers and fag ends. It's so hilarious but it isn't
clowning around. Welcome back to stigmata. Over there wasn't where you were
supposed to go anyway, you have an outline of fortune and misjudgement in the
form of a map printed inside your back pocket. If someone is asleep you really
should back away before the pyres ignite and you let one go. The reaction will
not be forgiving or akin to vampirism let alone Catholicism. The daytrip lot
will come back all covered and drowned in sweat and demand a pay cut effective
right this fucking monumental monolith moment of moonlight. There is something
distinctly Darwinian about this sentiment which is to say it takes you right
out of the home and drops you somewhere shy of the Bronx without your boxers or
your briefs in check.
Behind
the washing line, there is a world I long to inhabit with alien excuses and
dragon accusations that just go on for straining ages and the colour spots that
engross themselves in the void. How else would you meet the eye strain? Mellow
as the day you were born? I don't think so!
This
is the equation of proxy, it jingles and respectively declines your invitation
to see thumbscrews at the vertigo forum. Or should that be Vertigo Forum? The
grinning children are creeping along like blades of grass behind me, it's
really so distracting. But you know what? I'm a good boy, you're a good boy,
those are good girls and the ground we're walking on is really just the bodies
of former good boys and good girls. That could be showbiz if you really want it
to throw on the cape. Few do.
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