Season to bits:
Season puppets:
Season in green: and greens aboad:
He drifted towards the scene. He felt nowhere. His jaw fell apart in thought.
In perfection he doust any bag of donuts he could. Then he said he could be better.
Wasting and falling. Apart near the sea. It was dark. Darkness caverns. Darkness in him.
Falling and falling slights. Lights!
Wage in darkness one can only feel the cults creep up. All their messes and monies. It didn't drink but kept on like a broken dog all nite.
It's end apparent but glowing.
Shift and move and dance. Some planet. Music. Theaters. Gestures!
When the cool waters move then they will know my life. In him and always reflect. He is defected and always. Wrong.
Feeling and caring. Sinking he always did nothing but always the best!
Cults and cults alike all over. In the seas and above. Hidden at the stores or whereever. It pervades and keeps alight.
Running into the wall. His mind is. He says. He expresses. Where are you? Where are all of you?
Chemicals and shifts pervade. It's a life that no one can know. Thoughts of socitie and kill. His and his always.
The runners are guns alight. Can't stand or velocity. Rumming the keyboards in his minds time mingles and shifts forward. Payment and payment forward.
Like the sea and every any sea. I won't repeat his words. Kept in a box and a box sure to be.
He never saw.
He never saw again. Accidents. Morals lacs. Death. Death masks. Lifes.
In digit transits. Runsits. Transits.
Desert meeting planned.
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