Electric

Exhaustion Soup. The crash... of eyelash to eyelash. It is 9:07am, the birds are shrieking out the aggression.

The Living Room is voided before the cash in.

Somehow the couch is damp.

Cashed.

White white face lying down dead and you play with my hair and its magic. (magic)

To my previous company: I hope I did not upset.