If a boy flips off the bird its just an untold verb, raw, but none the less absurd. In a limbo, my thoughts pace back & forth then thaw, generating power in the world, such a deadly place. Among a crowd, faces tend to vanish. I'm reminded from memory, theres something I couldn't have, maybe it used to hurt badly but my angle isn't 45 degrees, I'm 2.00$ short of having 3.33
