And it'll knock you off of rhythm and scare you into and honest thought.
Maybe.
Maybe it's not.
Maybe all you're good for is a rotten degree doomed to rot beneath everyone who ever ate like an unseasoned potato who was ready to made with every veggie who's ever been to enlongate the of thinking youre good. Just to think that you should. Just to think that once you're alive you should be alive forever, for all that can see.
Even though you're real bad, and we'd rather have ****, that knows what it is, that to have all the **** feel in charge, Like Le Mis.