bloc

prison or loft or both? insert your dead batteries here. do you want room? room for what? room for cream. of course: yes. i am lashed to my bicycle now, going home, and i don't know where it is for a few seconds. and i cannot escape its pull. so i push. and i can't breathe up the hill (a probationary acceptance is in my future). some dried flakes of something on the pavement, souring in the sun. do you hear me: emerge now from your lair and into the light. do you feel me: consult now the manuals for a guidance that will not be there but you should consult anyways. indeed, mad worlds in existent