Go chase destiny down harsh shores and watch the waiting that unfolds. There is magic that sparkles electric hands to break. Substance is not created in spindle atmosphere. It is in the toppling over of control that sets the sounds that echo.
Not reckless recreation. Rather required release of energy streams. Such order to systems that break when mixed. Types that stereo off into drums. Drop the heat that never beats the answers worth flowers.
Audacious honest cravings to stand in truth shoes. Harsh ‘no’ that yes on praises that razor erases. Trifle the serious and flounder the escapes between kisses. Breath is death not threatened.