Insidious Ramblings From............(A.Hail.Of.Bullets.Is.All.I.Feel Remix)

tracing lines on the syntax of multiple personalities grammar cascades down resonant folds and drops to its knees in silent rage hand over hand over hand over hand over mishandled hands lost grip on the handholds and slip and fall into empty spaces travelling through time diagonally and sideways but never forward unfortunately found by no one for infinity of days because i did not really want them to find me lost for never yet at the same time always but isnt that a good thing all things considered Gone and forgotten but only by everyone in this time and place