the year was 20 11, and there was pretty angst, it floated and lingered in the air like cigarette smoke in the winter, of course we ignored its insistence, still the rumbling was amongst the least of the peculiars. i said, momentarily it stopped as easy as it had become, i wrenched, things were not changhing hands. we faltered again into obedience.
Dec 27, 2016
Dec 27, 2016 at 3:14 PM UTC
the year was 20 11, and there was pretty angst, it floated and lingered in the air like cigarette smoke in the winter, of course we ignored its insistence, still the rumbling was amongst the least of the peculiars. i said, momentarily it stopped as easy as it had become, i wrenched, things were not changhing hands. we faltered again into obedience.
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