Wrinkle in time
without sound we just mime
the sun is sol and pine cleanses away
i smell a brighter day

the future is sutured and left in stitches
mine itches

the principle fact is indivisible sum. cogito ergo some. ho hum. doesn't matter. rhattattat is kersplatered
kilowatts are generated
even jesus got hated
pairs either get mated or matched
fixing a hole in the roof is thatched
which came first: chickens, eggs, or hatched
pax romana gets throw to the lions
i ain't even trying
let's get done with dying
i'm buying no lying. and telling the truth
presto, poof. she lives in the recording booth
a game of horseshoes, hoof. i gallop through poles. out of mountains i molehill take a pill and swallow. sleepy hallow ground dumbfounded compounded and published thrown into the rubbish heap seaping into the underlying currents