angriness

pissant kissass you blue highway superstar automatically calculating missed time and whatnot. Gather your belongings and get the great holey hell out of this space. Ive heard of your ways before and Im not amused at their creepings. No more questions or thoughts only slow magnetization away from things which harbor increasing values of NO. No cunt face assaholic same lover. Ive had my ways with you and had ways without you but the same you remain. Taunting, smiling and coming over any time you feel fit. Here as much as I am not fit to run this show anymore. Transitions grant us freedom. Live is to be free unless you struggle with them all. Hitchless and falling is free. Complimenting and moving forward while walking tall. Angled into the earth so as to impress those around that you might have the right idea. To be paid and fed for an idea. One that only grows with ritualistic pampering. Have been there, have forgot how easy and appealing it may be to be there. Have not had the idea that things were to blossum for some time. Free and then again not free, holding and again not holding a warm one. Loving, forgetting, and finding such a love again. Niet. That love was real, is real, and the management of the absence of its embodiment is at hand.

Which hand. These hands. Schedule a professional haircut.