Faces align resulting a coupling the marriage of which is spoken of still in the skeleton mills where the naked hand out cigarettes to the mad who then pick up their phones and ask for help for to speak is to see is to crawl is walk for to speak is to see is to crawl is to walk amongst the glass shardlings amongst the fearless offerings of bluntness for to speak is to see is to crawl is to walk is to reveal that which was buried that which is eternal that which is you that which is us.
I the wearer of the shoe yours uncomfortably touched like a spider recoiling from an ill-timed tissue swipe by the wilful man of the hour your face is covered in flour your face is covered in paste all your teeth are falling out in your dreams only to explode upon impact with the earth lighting fires in the eye sockets of giants who at once inspired set off to redecorate the earth thank you for your curiosity I'll piss on your enemies and clean out all of your gutters for I too am a baby I too seek appraisal I too walk with a limp I too seek nourishment I too belong to everyone at the same time.
I too am a baby I too look for approval I too walk with a limp I too seek nourishments I too belong to everyone at the same time.
What do you think of that, when you drop the irony, when you lose all your irony what do you think of that?
