You Are So Satan

FNGs, same as the FOGs, same grays. Mama said they was my magic shoes; cause nothing can't be traced back to the last fear or fucked or escapismo, that was read or heard or absorbed in the last 24hr goldfish cycle; or whenever yours is; here we go go again, filtered through prisms, call it whatever: eyes, tribes, hates, proclivities. My steep decline indeed. Short trip. Oui. Still not sorry; still clumsy and what's even worse, sometimes I break things. Intentionally, Shrug