no one had as much as a chance against the terrible great nothing much it reminded all… and made it seem as if we were all on islands and all arguments had came to a hole bore in the ocean turning up the windows of the world the sun lobbed into hotel rooms… and they were all hotel rooms no one had as much… all ways and never have the meat of but one wing between them more of the midnight gum darkening the absence preserved between all your otherwise lived earth moments no one had as much besides there is a soft center of the human gesture where grain light alone visits and the make up is... its arrowless sped up and fear exempt… and…
i’ve got this one little sister to think about and no one had as much…