Like tractionless wheels spin in place and throw up mud the perforated lung thick smoke presses down it’ll be phoned in bogged down inertial stench.
Decaffeinated law the mud makes motion low. What about the young what about the young rats decapitated dog domesticated animal bigmouth strikes again burnt at the steak house motivated sludge ensorcelled hibernation.
Last legs. this is just the lag time waiting for the other shoe to drop felt you trying to help me but you only cursed jewelry. what’s this dark miasma? what is this foul pestilence?
What about the elk what about the… decapited dog domesticated animals. The stagnant water builds sleeping sand less days that took a broken rudder ship, buried in the shore again buried in the couch forever englaciated state of life obsolete machine no more chances left.