give me a rest, this all confirms my paranoia i need some thoughts, just gather some thoughts & feelings god my brain distorts, pictures then rearranges slowly surely new meanings will come as everythin arranges
she gives them a test on all the times that i've made trouble her friends she talks, just gathers her thoughts the meetings off she drains assorts, stricture & disarrangement wholly surely new feelings will come as every thing arranges
bullitts dominae feel the calm forever bullitts dominae she walks steady to the shore bullitts dominae
and as i ask them the same i feel insistent everyone's falling sun-sucide's optimal and as i ask them inside everlasting the inosphere's collided! everyone's falling sun-sucide's optimal
she gives manifests & all the while impressed she follows & leaves unexpressed, just gathers the flaws but i'm weary from the same discourse, richer from the old strangers slowly surely new meanings will come as everything arranges