Commit To Commotion

How pitiful life and fallible humans that we can't go back and make it right, or never was, so we could get it right the first time; but these are not those thousand possibilities, there's only next. What breaks you down, what combination does you in, do you feel it coming on or is it a weight, suddenly? Can you leave those nails alone? Whence this terrorist cursor mm? Only in noticing. No suicides. What honor. And the clerks and the bag(men) boys and all the clamor cult cry out: The horror, the horror. As the herd shudders against a cold steady rain.