Do you want to walk, walk and walk? The hill never ends! I'm counting cents and sentiments. Cement, agent. Aggressive argument? One hundred steps until the water stops standing in between. It is automatic writing, writhing and no one can stop me to complain.
The mirrors are broken and anathema shall come. Yes? You have the city, somehow. Feed the kid, kid the feed. Indeed.
dit-dit-dah-dit-dah-dah DADA.