hominis autem est infinitum,
Hommie you aint as you thinkn you are, k. Thats what i say to every action i cause to dismay the way i think. Patterns like habits lost like colors in paint mixtures. Ive seen fixtures of broken bottle mornings. Getting over glory, of a sacraficial mourning to the no longer able to drink, our hats were on for them. We can hold a hand over our heart and not pledge shit. Falling everly on the problems of our own mind. You, were kind. So broken are the synapses in my mind.
Lost it to kind kush and kombat the best tropical wombat. Like batman in tights fighting men with blades and broken beer cans stukka the was y of many who see weight as the process of the clean and the unclean
We are all correcticritical, so grab a pole fill a hole, like the reverend says. YesOuiSi