How might a collision within a division of fusion or fission knock knock intuition?
Maybe I’m feelin’ it dependent despondent on foreign correspondence who might make a dent on our human condition.
But ideally removes them rampant to mayhem…
“Order! Order! I demand it! Follow my rule or I’ll repremand wit!”
“Snarky remarks — little shit farts.”
Oh thank you so judge me feeling floating — if freestyle speech is rhymed in voice what I’m doing must be something for boys who don’t show off but with written words on something to keep ramblin’ on, paper it listens then gone with the wind – ashes to dust if it’s worth burning in.