Tool man makes motion known no more than principled jest in face of knowing and his eternal struggle.
How people thinking knowing want me known.
All phase wise stays put finger nail due stricken search.
All they all go for is stricken lights in my mind knowing he is gone.
They say notion of disguise lasts in State that lol wut stays abreast of whose withdrawal.
Not holding out but holding in to see bullet fire and some of the things he knew as s force of nature(‘s trance).
Long live the happy mistake
The bipolar sergeant
The knowing in all strong words that they all blow it out of proportion.
Nightly rightly weather-tightly.