Can you hear me now?
Spectacular spectator spectacle.
Spy the rainbow-edged blade running down the kryptonite fleet and dream within your own privileged parade of
dementia smiles
eidetic frowns.Where are you now?
An allusion to an illusion, and plagiarism at its finest-hour-glass-figure-of-speech.
Shut them up and shut you down and make a music box of your soap box hoax, and take care to swallow your lather, rinse, repeat harmonies and
feed into those lesser transgression sessions.
I’m feeling sick. Always so Self-HypoCritical and administering the Hyper-vigilant Hyperbole. Just for kicks.
Praying for prey; preying for prayer.
On your own.
So free… Play.
