This That and the Other

In lessons of last chance I began a recalculated pre-walk toward an awakened scribble scrabble feeling font be it all around your grief gloomed genre of new knowns all past is empty prologue as future is fodder epilogue with excrement extent so as not to alter send-receive I me mine only message swiverings from those sinful islands of torrent ridden times; I love my cyanide sisters under clandestine laden clouded sky rows listing across blue dive specters all crowd sourcing crude spawning multiple epoch unicorn divisions of soft glassy infinite recoils of recreational devotions alias dire transitions eating illegal concepts 101/alterior motives envisioned DOA-------ever invisible to the naked eye. Close cover before striking.