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 . .
well we just burly survived 2020, right. talking to family on the phone, i realize i missed out on so much. i think its hard to keep track of everything when everybody is just doing their own thing. i hope for the best but i know its so difficult trying to stay alive with this awkward situation we find ourselves in. altogether people are too busy to really matter on such things. but leaving it up to chance is not much of a commitment but rather the realization or rationalization of our shortcomings..
