Flashing lights pass the bus the wrong way and then we will be home at this point in a bit and I can get an answer for me and the back door to be able the back of my car is the same as the other one is a bit of a hand to the old lady who shot a gun black and white hunting estate madam nhu beehive tommy gun silhouette me monk flames fumes around the scene blue lights yellow signs exposed spines backbone traffic hidden from logs the urban legend UDP ghost embryo packets hidden in TCP data destination ejected by code execution embedded in the header. only if the router is in on it. angry at hair and smooth corporate expo jackets. your hard hair a decade late so hilariously mussed post couch. foundation and face sweat. an impossibly hot back spoon proof. no cuddles. transactional. receptive receptionist. uninterested in the brilliant progeny I suspected you intended to bill some day for hours worked. happy to be doing something that was free of any family aligned trajectory. family was not a warm word in your warm mouth. and I was never coming in I was a barricade you were erecting. I was to be your escape but not fellow. I really believe you initially strapped me on like a JATO always intending my jettisoning and I think I was kinda aware and cool and ready for that and happy for your ascent. but at some altitude we hit some family radar and the product became a payload worth something to someone somewhere and when the waypoints moved on the HUD you just followed the new course. there was no cockpit announcement of the new destination no new ETA no forecast of turbulence no impact warning. shush a flower shush a flower shush altitude shush altitude shush a flower shush flowers shush water altitude shush.
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