OOoh It's bad. Through the turmoil toil to the soil. When they all got too much punked they can act like foiled or soiled, not to dwell in my old soil, not caught in the details of prescribed fail. No need for the tuck tail without initials entails pre fab nothings where we are treated as things. What wild seemingly ambiguous wing.
Keep the madness and the senses together. Back to the fun alrighty then uplift puns. There's nothing profound or cool except umm the moon is lit tonight and someone set off fireworks after midnight. Now I'm grabbing the tack at any moment, the werberber star gets stark. Not to be oblivined, not letting go or being too attached. Take it as it is, not gonna exaggerate to myself or about others, get to know all instead.
No more blasts of caught in traps. My ultimate neutral allows me to feel those extremes that are too much to made to be me. My tantrum goes against all torture. No one deserves to be domesticated, too feel used, separated into halves and have nots. Undo the undue knots of biased non knowledge that made misunderstanding rot proper conception out of being upstanding into a mere stand-in.
