I Say Nothing For It Morphing

And I don't care if I get pinned. Pining, that I know from, but it's usually a false positive, another human type wanting thing; while need holds her fast fading sister in the basement, both starving. I hate you all unconditionally, and if this interferes with your pursuit of happiness, a win still in all. As in winsome, for I say hate to(o) much, and I. But he don't have to make no sense or find the third man, punk she ate, do a damn thing. Aspirate on the glass, then quit posing, you're alive. Do the pictures of the happy newlyweds-blue line click, attachment click, click clique-make you wish you were thusly bound? Have you ever been? Can you ever be? We all wonder. If we. Lovable. Enough of that. I've seen too many dead eyed predators here abouts, wandering among the edges and the oh so oblivious prey, to fall back in love with you all again. Thus, so. I'm going to be lonely for the rest of my life. A tree struck by lightning, half dead rotting aviary and bug nursery hostel hotel motel mortuary, and half reaching up for the sun.