begin. The tide is high and the bends are kicking in,. No movement. These legs and arms are numb. Waterlogged and sun burnt, bloated and belly up now. My eyes are bleeding. Oh no, oh no, oh no!. I
Work hard, play nice then send your souls to paradise. That's your choice, one beekeeper, several billion bees. My honey quota will land me a spot inside. But just in case I'll soak my legs in the
very becoming. But she has got you by the reins and there is no running. Conditioned to salivate at the first sound of the bell. And feeding you the remains of, of yesterday's meal. . Can you hear
I remember you laughing the days were much colder "i'll wait for you to come up. For air" and thieves made a killing unlocked all the buildings and I showed. Up late - too late to meet you there. O
is a problem, you know you know the same. It took a while to connect. Swallowed, transformed, and caged. Showcased like celebrities, or suburban families. We have no means to save ourselves today