2007-01-16 - 2:43 a.m.
The last opinion was lost somewhere between the toe and the heart, it faintly resembled being content before the over zealous need to de-ice roads began again, overcorrection, a guy can oversteer his skids, not sure what a rheostat is or how to spell it, but maybe someday somebody else could work it in, then again it probably would not be worth it
You could spend from now until the end of time attempting to make everything neatly add together, symmetry could be a discovery but the little discoveries at the end of every jagged thing, like fake breast slabs without the supporting cones, the slow meld is the safest bet yet, it could be undiscovered energy to see the table addicted to Earl Grey
Even at this cheap ass apartment complex they know how to lay down the sand before the ice-storm arrives because the law-suits of the past have made them afraid, very afraid.
