Quicksand

These were the worrying repercussions that founded its way to materialize. Sobbing and panting through devious backgrounds
does not prove a point. On the whole point, it does prove a hypersensitize widowing gesture. 
Standing on two crocked feet in muddy grounds are choices to be dealt with. The final moments has come. Let's operate on prosthetic legs and build a bridge over the ground. If sleeping in distant
underdeveloped regions are the means for the better ends. Well, let it be. Scoulding the enviroment to take their backs off for a brief second. Be patient and I'll try to bring that Warhollian moment in five, errm, seven years time. Huge influx of optimism has diminished as age sours. This is short and scattered. A mirror to life and a warning to drive.