Voo doo magic.
Catastrophic, if it could only define that word. If only you could define it without going back to the dictionary, Richard. Sing song perfect verses bellowing out of catatonic mouths. Like tongues searching for some bloody mary that was gulped down too fast andFARtoo furiously, while remaining overtly hollywood. Like Egypitan princesses that save babies out of nile water, because if they couldn't, religion wouldn't exist. Like the way the world turns unaltered by our words, but perhaps just better contextualized. Better built. Better left.
I'm not sure where I'm going with any of that. I think someone wants me to decide what I want to do with my life, on another topic. And I'm sure they've asked me in the past week. "I'll answer that"--whisper whisper--"when the clock starts looking something anti-nocturnal" and they'll pack up her bags without speaking.
I'm not sure where I'm going with any of that. I think someone wants me to decide what I want to do with my life, on another topic. And I'm sure they've asked me in the past week. "I'll answer that"--whisper whisper--"when the clock starts looking something anti-nocturnal" and they'll pack up her bags without speaking.