NUMERO 600! WOOOOOOOO


Your dignity is hanging with nothing but self righteous self doubt, which has caused hated maidens to join contrived work forces because they couldn't capture your love.

Causing their latter days spent loathing lousy laments,
during a time where conscription crises are condoning compulsive consumptions.
and simple machines are making malicious movements, which are making mass massacres seem meek.
Like a singing song-nation sending their suspicious sacrilegious saints to sell their sacred spies to save the sentimental sounds of your spoken whispers, but only to find that you, as their soul mate, have moved on.

So, if clouds are formed from one man's hands, then this must be going according to plan.
This is not some tainted tongue twisting fairytale told in a stack of thinned-out-sheets. Rather, it’s a pre-planned humble alibi that you could tell your children in the coming of days; it is your sad excuse to hang your dirty laundry and blame it on the plan.