i question why and where do these breathes of insane lamentation come from in sun dumb we run on through the being and seeing a cue pool hole diving and diving and splashing wet with chlorine and being for teething at the suckle we double down on an information highway scheme dream these things all begetting into forgetting the altar to saint and sinner the winner for maturation and elation brought about by shouts of potato stew and word salad to bad it did otherwise the cuing doing unfurls into a supposition status of madness in reflection of deflection of the latest asteroids…
