I rationalize my sympathy for that which has been not a vacation, but the dream of a vacation of a future that holds nothing in it's hands, for they are reaching towards galactic battlefields
The microwave chimes 1, we get up, and bake the carnage and terror that will enhance the news for the next few hours until supper when we garbage and make the police wallow like schoolyard fanatics, you cowardly courage
Spot on in the salad dressing facts that my protein intake has nothing to do with fat cells stemming from the inside of you cochlear implant, demanding bloated whale we do sing in for as we thought the faucet was left on...
For once, for once, for once, I sit tight on the universe and nothing happens, I have stopped my heart from proceeding with the rest of my zip lock bag indulgence, sour puss passes overhauling any intentional offsides out of bounds numeral IV statutory remote passing
The only control is none, you dinosaur...
