All The Wrong Topics dot com

the real live among us.

wicked are the varying types and errors here…assumption the new consumption of the ailing forms…the description is the painful truth warped by the visual perceptions…queered and mistaken for wrong altogether…time tears at the flickering wounds of nerves on edge, licking with a tongue frustrating the ideal search for knowledge, and other jealous minds approach the same conclusions in synchronicity at those most opportune times…the screens shift when you photograph them properly, like ghosts in a cheap horror film, and the effects are very much similar to the over-the-edge way in which people seem to deal with their lives…dealing with the ghosts at-large within that demon shell…spirit worlds flicker in our mind’s eye, drifting deep and hard in the gloom, and the shades part to display the noonday sun…catching glimpses at the absolute worst moments there…when you see those daylight vampires upon the streets, you tell them from me that the nine to five ain’t working out, and they need to raise the minimum wage Here…I’m not working in the fiery commercial furnace forever…though concepts of individual shape and glory do set upon my thoughts a savage respect that underlies all ulterior speech…in fact, I beseech all higher powers to evoke in us all a profound and utter respect for humanity at-large, and good acts have been commited by us as well as bad…

Thanks, khet.