walk in and destroy a weekend in a matter of moments i have always wanted to go there and now i can using you as an excuse just to go there by myself seems a little silly now does it not table for one three course menu out on a country estate shall i get myself a room because i will should not drive myself home at the end of the night
awful excuses with only a spectrum of negative connotations from simple laziness to outright criminal negligence so we do not even need to see through the excuse because it is in itself an admission of guilt
navigating digital floods under waves of childhood trauma games are fun but i am drawn more and more to living the bare basics gnawing away at all the fluff and delusion back to the have to haves forever pinching myself that all around me are wasteful conveniences take pleasure in their simple use and recognise the worth they bring as an enabler but do not become dependant the laws of physics are enough for me the laws of men appear inexact and superfluous
the form is landscape but the subject is portrait the image describes the person in terms of their surroundings
waiting around for chicks to hatch lead them into an enclosure before the cats find them they play too rough for spring chicks just another excuse for not moving from where i am i the pull of social convention come out and celebrate a birthday you will enjoy yourself once you get there supposedly i enjoy traveling i think just enjoy arriving
all that praise and he is no friend of ours a help for the week amongst the kids but you what else does one expect i see that kind of rough insensitive talk wherever i go i put it down mostly to a cultural misreading of the situation he associates sitting out on the street with antisocial behaviour and not with the al fresco breathing in the outdoors way of living
plenty of choice what the hell are you complaining about?
wherever did my little hat go how i miss him so vocal bass duet as if i were sounding the line out to myself i anticipate nothing i lay down the lick and add top hat and snare to that funky stuff brass blow out just to get us off
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it is just trees out there anyways fighting does not take place on the fields any more urban gorilla defends the concrete jungle an army of cybermen bring the whole alphabet of infrastructure to a point comma hyphen stop
throwing about a name like a magic word would not be contemporary convention for professional behaviour professionalism is falling out of favour micro fascism has matured into full blown nationalism the fear has taken hold pave paradise and eat money
the sun has finally come out this afternoon to extend play time the birds are happy to be stretching the legs fanning the feathers and catching an eye