Talk

got so much to talk about, there's not much to talk about. coffee-bean expression melts similarly to a slice cheese does on the road. i don't know how to complain when there's nothing to complain about while a indoor pilot runs the auto-microwave. melancholy breakdowns with an upbeat melody kicks the speed drum, trying to bring around the final ice cream cone destination. 
it will always count with verbal fingers, i got so much to talk about.