#trying to reconnect with my pure creative spirit where it lies bleeding in these trenches

[weaselle]

i used to have the swizzie verbins explosed from mental vent incursions creativistic dreamshow sploosher i'd whisper whiffy witchle wooshers but button down turned button up the monied march made hip to hup and now the trend is tend the till i spin in place de-based by drill Why must i bust my chill and wild!? subvert my trust and just be mild? Who is this Busy best for freeing? What shill has killed my zest for being? each person trying worsens failing forced to enforce the course we're sailing- This hateful thing makes meat of most; un-great machine, but sweet we ghosts