Leave It To The Machine

I don't want the new version, and I don't respect the cache either. Could not care less. Objectionable content? The ads in Gmail? Never telling them you loved them, before, on to the next life. Flipping off life and touching the floor. Double double whore whore, all the time all the. What did you have? In mind? Staring at her and then into
the sun, so I can see her behind my eyes forever. Reading me
makes my mind red, like after the next bright enough day.