steam pail

Sep 29, 2012 16:22

rumpled hair, still clinging to stilts drifting through aether, either you get it or you don't. using products designed for certain purposes in counterintuitive ways displays a great deal of irresponsibility. hear ye, hear ye, the deal-breakers stop lawmakers from doing what they were born to do. studious young adults wreck the whole scene, they derail the national dream, pious fellows spy on the mellow laid back long haired children to fulfill a fetish. the bell tolls for a beheaded expert in the field of evolutionary biology. wallow in a bog expecting an apology that won't be delivered any time soon, whisper to the sun, howl at the moon, scream at the stars, hang out in dockside bars. when one has gone too far in a certain direction, others have a certain expectation that will or won't be fulfilled when any blood or milk is spilled.

there's a mystery in not knowing what certain strangers think. am i correctly interpreting the ink? this inkblot test is eye opening for casual observers, but i'm blind as a bat on a moonless night in a secluded location. forgive my hesitation in delivering the goods. the services i provide will arrive on time, i'll let that slide. the message will be clear and unmistakable. these ideas are collectible, i feel more respectable as a seen citizen, you're looking at a retired vengeful veteran. there's no real rage to express, just feelings of regret and doubt and slyness and shouts of temporary anguish, building a brick wall to enclose myself in a room where thinking can get done. get stunned, set your phasers to "fun" and accept this achievement. put it in a pocket and walk out in the sun.
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