pranfully aware of a bunt cake cracked and wrestled with wear and tear - where have i come in this new paradigm of cosmic cause? yeah? you there? what are you doing here? do you make me smile? i think so. It's sort of soronary, subject to subdivilations. Harping on accidents. Okay, Iz gonna randomazer.... rawor. Zbeen a while. Nothing's the same. In this contex. Is this what a life is supposed to be. Obviously not. Dabble. But Affirm. Somewhere out there an appendage completes your strut. Illustion, delusion.... or confusion prelude to --- lost chord. We don't have the word. Damned divinity. I'm trying to love for fockery's sake. Artistic mambles. There's tens of pens. Where were they when I was lonelhy without words and skills. Isralis fart around me. A gaggle of bubrling desert farty synthy candy i will giggle gurgle with some day - hey - it's lightly time fine, fine with me - mayne, mainvein, muddy prude in the pud, goddamn, i should be here all tghe time i guess that means i'm....

here, heh