23 may

play it out and see where it lands -- can't stand the landing pages that rattle the cages and trim their sails: fail me not when the tiger balms and we soothe our thoughts with the pineapple we bought for breakfast -- it's a text mess with the words unheard all echoing through the brainpens with the bull stems bucking and a trucking concern from omaha furrowing brows like it's their job