Squeaking Through

We are all going to jump out of bed tomorrow like a well rehearsed toaster - BANG!

Our feet must be behind the lines (and remember to watch out for the swinging blades:  

swing chop swing chop chop chop chop chop swing)


Happiness!  Happiness is glued to our faces, what else can we do, it is a Rule

it is a rule.

the ones that are Shamed wear the Shamed faces.

it is a rule.

It is a law.

Amongst everything on this record that is breakable. That is already irrevocably broken – it cannot be changed.

A misnomer: Here; one for me, one for you…and now are we True?  NOOOOOoooooooooooooooo!  Three prongs rise up out of the ocean and rupture my spleen, the pain

Rises and sets, rises and sets

A perfect motion on the ecliptic plane.

Pearls – beautiful – borne out of some tremendous itch, scratch myself stinging raw.

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