Brushing your way into the new millennium. When all else fails, blame your poor performance on your skip. He's supposed to be so damn smart anyhow. Maybe, blame your coach. Perfection is the essence light.
Clouds filter out the rays to excellence.
Frustration ebbs when I subscribe to creative. Penetrating into my abyss, diffused rays to coordination. Condensing life's fog, sensors transmitting, no longer sedated.