[e11even]

aches; throbbing- brain drains to abstract twangs dropping
on my s4- yes lord. the plane's topping, but acsension's still a thang. Watch it.
Climax belief is to be insane, lame and thoughtless. Change targets.
Strange fortunes befall the innate, but exchange forces in-place.
What becomes a lane shortage's replaced with change hoarders and greats shorted.
The haste... why ignore the debate of why more resort to the bountiful lake,
than the ocean's unknown expanse, broadened horizons and take?
Desperation is depletion of taste- thats the culprit. But if you, in faith,
commit to whatever it takes to be of one at the stake...
then what will it say to being the festering undead who foster the fake,
for the minimalist sake of a living pretense with fabric and plate?

This is my motivation. My living will in estate.