suddenly...

the walls filled up with the latest newspaper spam talking of thee was a must. i was able to read from distance about the worst part in me "labeled as labor parties at nights now reversed face would try to trace it‘s frights spending money lines up as tasty honey for fights, famous against any race of lights..."
- cut .

what was it the news bringing canceled ringing
synapses to my door
she would scream

am i who you adore?!¬