We prefer to be categorized in sub genres. We opt for meticulous
separation. My apologies for I haven't been myself lately. I am
not at liberty to say but I can tell you that timing is critical.
Modulate me. It's oh so typical. Excite me. Switch up the
protocol. All options have been exhausted so we have resorted to
slightly embarrassing means. I am dressed in black eyes and IVs,
attire you wouldn't be caught dead in. This car ride is
cutthroat. My eyes are bloodshot, my veins are blood clot. Don't
look now but we're driving this thing right off the edge of the
earth. She read my words and swiftly replied, "You're sad as
fuck." She read my words and didn't say a fucking thing.
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