Stick to a Street Sign- It’s out of the question, this can’t be reversed or negotiated. Paint a finer picture immersed in greener pastures. Black, white scenery. Throw us the canvas because we have the answers. In absolution, we’re the judge in the city lights awaiting your arrival to town. For every artifact you kept in tact and showed around, another is wounded. You are nothing. You are fiction. You are border-line. Condition yourself to the seaside. You can’t shake a stick to a street sign. Take your last fall. Strike at my call.
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