justwrite march forth!

it's just a phase they're blazing through keep true and unfazed just raise your own roof and raze the proof from the pudding because who wants to eat that anyway and when your elbows fade away and there's no reason for your hands to keep squeezing then rewind these lines and rephrase the page you'd like to pen the den where we keep our fakeleather chairs and our castiron cares it's a tough place that space but the fire is crackling like the spackling like i always say like i always pay to play and raid the cabinet like a rabbit full of chocolate and not made from because nothing like a bummer to find your number's come up and your ears are about to be gone the crown of your head or your beautiful ears torn like tears in one messy chocolate bite and the night before your only care was where this funny grass had come from and who would grow such staticky cellophane pain-in-the-tail stuff and why would it be purple and yellow and what kind of fellow imagines grass ought not be green but between you and me and the basket there's a task it doesn't take much to manage ravaging the brain for a plain answer to green though the rest of us have seen that's where it's at with two turntables and a stable full of hot pockets ready for a lockdown and happy what we we have in our hands will fit in our coats