It is simpler to be a nervous wreck. But i would rather smoke cigarettes by the dozens. Symptoms of serenity lost to a storm of equality vexed by harmonies sweet song.
All along i knew the dawn would pierce me. Kneeling and drinking deeply of the sweet refrain pain made unbearable creasing me. The folds neatly cutting creating a straighter safer neater self. Suggested subtly by passer’s by who mutter softly the harshest phrases of unreality."
This is a new pen name that me mr lyle hart will be using henceforth