lyrical life tastes so fine with room for much the many - all i submit i give it up. not one of us that knows the score. or even much. or parrot scrawl - the models - ever short they fall. what we've tuned-in is very small... i'm tired of fighting about it all. dissect reflect distort report on nothing! nada - no retort could sanctify the just resort the sleepers - coming of age.
