Fragmented souls embark upon precarious journeys. Mosey, so cozy, tip toes-ey amidst the nuts, the berries, her frag grenades, all whom are lost. I get the sense she stimulates the local economy. Her sixth sense is my first sin; subsequent Saturday night mass. However, in her unique meek way.
She moves divergent from the wandering. Please, I implore, just as you sat on the park bench pondering; a failed attempt at being inconspicuous. tres de septiembre covered in wet leaves juggling espresso, laced with my final exalted request- roll up your sleeves. cocoa skin glyphic mushroom fields and bees knees. Don't stop smiling. On the eve of our improbable introduction after impossible instructions. Ignore the jilt, it was a jolt, prompted by your voltage. Despite all your glory I was over caffeinated, under compensated, out of cahoots, deemed arbitrarily scholarly, presumed clinically copasetic; according to the nurse tying a knot in Dr. Martens Boots. Kaleidoscope eyes collide I never trusted a stethoscope, nor the script; it read so cryptic. "Dowse my flaws in his amphetamines"? Societies newest drudge, Earth's newest quagmire.
Theres nothing flat about her earth; What's a man do with his hands? there's nothing meek about me unless my heart has different plans.