Eerily awkward, this feeling that I'm bothered with, there two paths, evenly sodded, with evenly hotter lava pits along the margins of all of it. Its really hard to involve your sense of reason when you're caught in it, like when every scenario ends in YOU seeming intolerant, or worse yet; a being sentenced to live in squalor again. I lower my head like, 'Heavenly Father, why would I bother when THIS is my shopping list?!' I noticed these problems among ALL his kids, all of them are lost in the audience and their hearts have gone cold like frost had bit when autumn hit. And really, we just followed with a hollow squint, expecting our asses to spawn at the end of the trip, without having to walk, even a bit, or call on a taxi by offering tips. That's how we swallowed our lips while we wallow like pigs. Hasn't everyone stolen some love from someone broken real young? Took the mud you were rolling in and molded it up into a disguise so you couldn't be identified while you was holding her up.
That's all I feel like doing.