Hello routine

Hello routine, beautiful stranger with a lisp, guiding light of the comfort drones nesting in the outgrowth of flesh in the ear of a wrestler with seven hands.

Hello routine, leading specimen towards the symbolic happiness of nature’s captive enlightenment in the everyday semiotic liquid of open books.

Hello routine, cloud chaser of the beaten paths hidden away in the surgical repetition of your clown’s tarnishing cough siphoned by yesterday’s positive sentiment.

Hello routine, brave temptress on the quest for the boiling point, preventing the disembowelment of tomorrow’s dismounting cavaliers with an outstretched smile.