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.