Sometimes life just has no order, but in the end one can still be last for a spell.
Thus eternal dissonance to get the wholly thing cranked ... sort of like Luce in Church flirting with those kneeding attention to how flat out thye are ... use plenty caution Chrispy ... or is that the hoersman known as Ye*oman ... the communication can be ominous in coming nights ... thus they rode through ... like that childish delivery associated with corn chips or pure pone ...
Keep yoerear to the dirt be safe ... hear what's coming further away by driving a point in the earth ... earth carries sound better than themon Eire ...
