personal jesus?~

any conclusions about bitter fruits gather in clouds made out of nine shall be buried within shoes, vines and bandanas capture frowns. the case is easy to witness, and the stumbling continue in hallways with space-heaters at every corner.
i can feel the forehead of happiness come to be right next to a collection of insect taxidermy. can't you see they're aching to be free? rose tinted windows fall to save us all from the darkness below, that won't stop screaming at coffee beans with shaky hands. 

i'll make you a believer, personal rester. bye!!