i still believe in anarchy)-well . . and there is a question as to where we stand , and so then , how does one find themselves trading in the actions in a roulette to make a quick buck , it seriously feels like a job and so the song goes , my mother knows why im still caving in after the ballot turns to a landslide , perhaps i dont like pretending but i never give a way for action , especially when confronted with a question that would slump those with the capacity to capture it , henceforth the back and forth , and without distractions . . so then the momentary caper and notice , perhaps it is dmso snd those jacked up sailors want that agony to subsist of marlboro malice that parts away with the religious aspects of the wild west and cartoon-like gangsters parish with the sex and the violence on set and on the silverscreen , all to watch the confusimg moment they all rob the cargo and kidnap the wives . .
If i dont reply..
its because i want to believe everything is okay. and if by some chance, this concept of life that i cant follow. even if i keep trying to, its beyond me. i know i wont relate to most people. i can only sympathize with those who feel the same way i do. those lucky few. some people actually manage, i dont understand how. and i think its a trick. i can only try to do the same but only the voids would suffice. this would seem kinda personal if it wasnt from a seperate reality.
:or its pobably because the zombie apocalypse was really null.
#extraterrestrial beings from another planet?
- maybe, idk
