The tyrannies of them dickmouthful analogical creatures are yet to be understood. The breaths of scavenging dark mole carrying rats are heard and are heard good. Beneath this genetically planted ideological platter of life, the chunks of secret recipes that are to deal with the most inorganic fluctuations one could banter about are graved well.

They say life is freaking unfair. The ‘un-fair’ is never a fun fair, it’s neither the one that comes annually or monthly nor fucking once every now and then cause it impends with the functionality of those blinking red eye lobes. Yeah! The freaking retina loathes the mere sign of flashlights and the neon glow the sky stares at you with, that is supposed to be blue.

Get your cards right already, the little red and blacks in them are all you have. You like the digits of ruthless fate that happily waits on the other side of the ‘call’? The call that you intend to make. Is it freaking worth it? She ain’t no astronaut’s wife.

It’s all nothing but, a booty chatter. How do you like them apples???