Timed Out
Some life is like that haystack needle thing that pre drones a slim positivity
trance-a troubled parlay of sane stagnant standard stillnesses incomplete in that ailing aqueous humor annual invite of a psychic trio IdEgoSuperE overdrive dominant shortcut over your non-everlasting cruise control allowing that Soul-shoal-ization sucking effort soul short of authentic selflessness to out over never everlastings. like a wash cycle let's drain, spin,dry and fold our worst desires into an anonymous no handy-caped viral literal composite parking for the posthumousaged pilgrims, through fault of their ignorant owness, store some deformed drama defense to fertilize the fragile inner in you past potential and pseudo suffer maggot mirror memories that die so far inward, but outside the box thought-----a crafty corporeal corrupted conclusion coming to Humoversal conspiracy. Menu please.
Copyright © Dave Collins | Year Posted 2021
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