every ounce of flailing tendencies scattered like so many duffle bags of memories. it's enough to make a person buy a house for all these faceless non-tangibles. stuff them in a sack for bounty. blunt force guided with inaccuracies while maintaining the natural cadence of the yesterday. too bitter for the morning. too much in on the outs, i say.
savor the rest on the morrow.
try a hand at the back burner's delight, it's not going anywhere.
ha, we all know better than that
savor the rest on the morrow.
try a hand at the back burner's delight, it's not going anywhere.
ha, we all know better than that
