ending before starting. scenario doesn't seem possible logically but logically those are the words that describe such gut feeling. potential a realm. a possibility but so is the moon. reaching without movement. mind is itching, involuntary spasms of leap lets. please
stretch. and instead morissey is the skip the repeat singing inside me hang the dj hang the dj hang the dj hang the meaning any motives left limp at the door shed them a claw hook of shame
show you won't dance along make no sounds of your own. worth can't assemble
noise before thought.
is just that: coherence to crash. creativity bore such placid snap. i dig that
urge. the pursuit of just enough ego to force words clear among chatter.
