nothing about the weather

No more demands like synthetic rubble, home schooled rap showed the political justice like as if systematic and everyone else wanted to sit with them.
The flaws in my reflection now I'm higher than the clouds, lower than my own bow, shocking seldom the rest is accounted for.
I'll hear champions cry hypertension and fine artistic fidelity like run this sure shit is shitter than we don't know either every put down or it's us up top shitting bricks to make a wall, so we don't tumble just crash and fall. As recognition of that precision basically it came to me that I believed in more. Turning tables I liked spun out cos getting dizzy was likely hereditary, that dreaming couldn't get passed me.
As this incredibly means I kick back importantly and god damn, with my family, and from my bed was this revolutionary.
Slave to the inanimate we prayed for essential stillness to capture it as it fractured it and made it the easier realness that was full lovely yeah?
Understanding fare of youth we worked the curve of our wishes about the selfless. Haunted was the family. Boy scouts, sashes and love, which then, and today still shows us the lesson of the anticipated nod we ga
We have more to worry about as stage tremors seem a doubt to those who once mattered a threshold nemesis against our best bellows we conducted as we sat back and watched how sick we kick back, listening to the wind and what sucks us in and busts it.
The reminiscent was separate to what we counted, like compared to these days it's not just growing up that ruins it. Because we controlled it. And we wanted it harmonious.
Segregated at this justice. Once is enough to put value to it, and attend to it, like we're used to it.
We grew up once.
The past we construed to a segment to worth and what it meant, then, or excitement was the lenient and we couldn't resist it.
Of course we agreed with stepping stones we ate for oxygen as we thought of thick air and it's origin, how to cradle instead of a wretch handle that could of been.
As life was free for us, nothing but that god forsaken sight of what's gone by as seen instead of desperately trying to hold tight, like we believed in something like living differently with an ongoing cowardice set believing in us as the better, religiously. To live simply and for the ridiculed shrug off we meant when we said bugger off, and I don't care anymore, it's gone.
But we reframed sadness as if were a border we could pencil in whenever justification threw us the pitch. A task of emotion we were obsessed and dressed more appointed to the tyranny.
Burnt crusts like shit nights, it was never about looking on the bright side.
A story unwritten to be told as a current that we would struggle as an on purpose detriment these days cos I never paid then, I played but spread the method as if it were a real trend, like "what are doing, cunt" was more important, as that's what mattered and eventually a dual to my imagination- these days, anyway. I'll preach it. We knew the riddance and waves like craftsmanship, like a dominion we were rulers and makers of lustful cavities we just wanted to swim through like caves.. Until someone stepped in with another lie to believe in.
I'm sure it was the Polaris scenery acting the yearn for present altitude, one that we yearned for and purely honestly, without no embarrassment.