fingerspasmsuntilljeffgetshereanwegotobanff

theres a lot less light in here than before, but its probably because the sun went down. liquid chemicals bonding fear to reason making lasting impressions on limestone canvases full of meaningless messages that are sent to the lost but get lost along the way. no one can crave what i crave but if you do then highfive to you, making me rhyme eh? i'm gonna shove you. not hard, justa gentle makeyoutripoveryourownfeet shove, one that is forceful yet loving. the apparatus is screaming at me and i like it because i'm all alone. only for now you see, but in times ahead perilous misadventure mixed with rope feelings drench the soul of the two that are together to much. tooooo much. but its none of mine yours or ours so a buttout we shall be. lighter liquid chemicals bonding passion to ability, drenching the walls of the mind in bitter plights of constant re-evaluation, and loving it. vowels do no good when you have to press double hard to get what you want. so much time to do whatever and the more time passes the more desire grows to do nothing with it. honing an eyeball to not look is as easy as telling a puppy to be ugly. well now i want one. bass travels at an alarming rate when old complainy people are about. its not them, its the guilt of arrousing them that allows for the volume to stay in guy code. its ashame, it could rock our world you see. ONCE MORE a chemical of solid properties glances of what it should be bonding respectfully and heads off in the way it wasn't meant to be, and we accept it with what we call independence of ourselves especially when we ignore a calling so loud we have to drown it out with specially formed excuses of maniacal futility cartoned together with what were told to be. space once, double is received when only one was wanted.