Alles Schwagbag

Where to begin, with that which will be forgotten, before the end, of the sentence? What was that again? I don't have anything to say, but can't hear either, that shit is work. And something might stick, that
I can never get out. Forgive myself me, for trying not to be profane, as if I could change it now. I could, but that's work. Now what is the symbol for that again? Why do people think there's such a thing as a perfect day? Because we're dirt bubbles. Popped? Secrete a new one. Breath skin in sigh deep, cannibalism, how sweet the taste.Taste it.