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2012.06.05 § Leave a Comment
Slow and steady is the pace.
What else would they be expecting?
There’s a ghoul under the floorboards, skeletons in the closet, and a monster beneath the bed.
There’s another way for the shades to make numerical sense.
Where have these thoughts gone?
Listen closely to the strands in the ground.
Hue, hew, who?
Demonic mnemonic and eclectic rhetoric.
Scientists can’t wait to become better scientists.
Just how drastic is extremely?
Keep the winds at bay, and the sun stays in the sky.
Unison is not unity.
Where are the new mutineers?
Hoodlums know where to look.
Seek and ye shall blind.
Ethanol evisceration and chemical devastation.
It can only get worse before it gets progressively better.
Insinuations are hiccups; hiccups are insinuations.
It’s in the hand, just not in yours.
Meeeeeeeeeeeeek.
How do these work on a larger scale?
Dragons know what’s up.
Things look weird from seventy-degrees.
They will be your biggest fans until someone dies.
Mentalities… are strange.
Paperwork will eventually spill into well, here.
Shit, I am so bloody stupid.
Stupidstupidstupidstupidstupidstupidstupidstupid.
The final countdooown tudududutududududu.
My brain has decided to hijack itself; how does that work?
Reprogramming and reorienting rudimentary reprehensibles.
Cats, dogs, and birds.
There has got to be a catch to all this.
Flipsides and foolhardiness.
