Checking dish eclipsed above my bed, hanging chips quiver in the dull concealment of mass munching time. You took a long cruel look at me, a pause before saftley cautioning me that bears rely on the good deeds of other, however, unbeknownst to you, you cower in the orgasm of your serpentine brain. the orchestral effects the heart rythm, spin the brain, create a train! My wicked mind-game’s intentions ziplock the homegrown sugarcane with sarcasm to boot, yet her majesty has not risen to greet the sun. Monotone the pop song radio hits to the  ludicrise latchkey kids. They detest in proclimation that the Dalinianation of the homogenous throne disrobed the mannequin with every last breath of my wording device.
Sparse Activities at Night 