Measuring up the stigma with every ricochet of a pebble once stapled to the very first pearl of sweat of this dull enigma. Double tapping yourself into a coma every few days while rejuvenating the repurposed magma of a timely loss of stamina.
Stemming from the unknown, a feeling of joyful ignorance, blindly agreeing to all terms, conditions and privacy policies. Sole existence confined to several rows of ones and zeros, bribing the meat seeking fossils with unsolvable puzzles of a billion pieces.
Never share your secret endeavours with a shaved raven, its hidden intentions are malicious and you’ll soon find yourself screening the horizon in search of your newly discovered phobias.