Recovering slowly, a torso fell. From a beat up truck by a rural motel. The manager seen how the truck bed bounced. While dust flew up with a rolling sound.
Sharp dressed servers where the upscale dine. A safe dial turned by a glove in the crimes of night. A nurse in an ambulance rides. He don't deserve it, the patient's right.
I feel a warm resistance. Beneath the outer layer. What once moved living organs. Leaks through a thin veneer. . Blue blooded royal body. Elegantly posed to death.
Baby thinks he looks just like the face he makes in mirrors. Only once or twice a month does the mirror do him justice?. Every other time he looks a mess.
Eins, zwei, drei, vier, funf, sechs, sieben, acht. Visciouscounterpoperosion, revolution101. . Drop kick the punks, we want a change. Blaspheme the pop, call out the freaks.
I'm paralyzed and things could. Change for you as well. You're not so bad off now. You can move anything you need. . I'm not this way because of an. Emergency I caused.
You could follow logic or contest it all. The work solution makes the common house a home. The element of progress that you mention is gone. It de-evolved to something you were headed toward.