and they ask,
"whom do you dress for in the morning?"
And that is ill-afforded, by how you see it.
In the cloaked hand of the prophet, there is Calm
and lightning attracts fast-moving freight trains
like lichen limply clinging to the arms of intellect,
I am grossly insipid
I can sit all night with an armchair pursuit of intellect
fire doubles every 19 degrees the higher it burns
or·rer·ies /'or-&r-E, 'är-/ Function: noun... mmm, yeah, that's a funny word, I think.
Mmm, I don't know. I'm not quite sure of anything today.
Wow, I know absolutely nothing.
We are all terse versions of those whose ease we predicate.
Your deer-alien-dogma excitens me.
And yeah, yeah, that didn't make much sense either.