Dance with your feet tied to the ground, still try to dance: the computer inside your picture is a placed gently cracked bell that is slowly slowing down for everyone to go home and I don’t care how much money you make as long as I am happy.

Through my city: sleep don’t bother those sleeping in the city.

Am I hot? Do I belong here?

One January a woman called and she was in fact a nurse and she began half passed noontime and wanted to go to lunch and had the hour off and you arranged your forms very well and had a productive appointment and will soon enable yourself to be what you dreamed of becoming. Man, that’s hard, but lately every morning is playing a symphony because I asked Alexa to play a symphony. They also have concerts downtown. I am deciding that on the way back home a old love’s physical action lovingly told and said easily, I don’t want to get high I can’t drive home, where’s mom? The truth is not what you wanted me to ask because I can because I can because I don’t have time it ends enough time it ends up that the truth is not what you want.

                       (It doesn’t end well)