The burgeoning elastic of my crime hedging inconsequence.
Renewal defenestrates the old ties, a letter to the man from holiness, sutures on a darkened brow.
I bought a bunch in whimsical denial of the sluice and psyche holographed in tears. Every time I spit it out, a ghost prances in the middle distance. There are no qualifications for hope constellations slide in obduracy plans elide your voice in kindly smoke.