MINIKUI AHIRU NO KO TENSAI

Atlas, atlas, at last. The ceiling caves, convex, concave, conclaves of thought forcibly revealed and brought to the fore. One of these things just doesn't belong. A tiger in the woods still be wrong. Punchy drums and country clubs that's a contrast and all of time passes bye like goodnight, Godspeed. Tupperware when supper's near but also slumber. take you along for a ride trade youth alone for these stresses, stretching, elasticity in the blue collar. I bet the dalai has no problems. A commoner standing in a complete circle, staring at all the corners. Cycle. Life life life life life, scythe. Flirt with the sight of the twisted black and white. Hmph. Too much for likings, could've been a lie king but wings far appeal greater. Shred falsities. Detach.