To move on a wrecked woodwind's tunes and toss your body in a dissipated words' labyrinth, it's a favor to open your arms wide to the virus wind while it pushes you fiercely in reverse.
Being crazy is a favor.
To numb your psyche for lips refining dangerous toxin, it's a favor to dig with a glass shard the memory of nothingness under the frustrated waves.\
Being crazy is a favor.
At the point when the world is loaded up with minds embellished with horns and followed by sheep, it's a favor to chuckle to garrote the magma tears and kill the lying trust embedded by the phony wishes.
Being crazy is a condemned favor.
#Draft 57
Title: a fucking favor.
Date:1-12-2018.
Sam Scrawls, [11/15/2018 9:19 PM]
It was dull when she woke up, the smell of wet soil filled her nose, a cold breeze made her shiver as her eyes were adjusting to the haziness, until she at long last could see obviously.
Her body was numb and cool, her bones were hurting appallingly.
"Odd," she thought. She wound up in the forest, not knowing how she arrived she began to move, and the odd inclination expanded.
Something about her body just felt fairly uncommon, her hands were in contact with the dirt, she was on each of the four.
However, taking a gander at the trees, they felt without a doubt higher than typical, she wasn't awkward.
Along the stirring leafs, her hearing got weak hints of jabber and ringing glass, that should be the town she lived in. However she would have rather not returned there, she went further in the forest all things being equal.itle: a fucking favor.
Date:1-12-2018.
Sam Scrawls, [11/15/2018 9:19 PM]
It was dull when she woke up, the smell of wet soil filled her nose, a cold breeze made her shiver as her eyes were adjusting to the haziness, until she at long last could see obviously.
Her body was numb and cool, her bones were hurting appallingly.
"Odd," she thought. She wound up in the forest, not knowing how she arrived she began to move, and the odd inclination expanded.
Something about her body just felt fairly uncommon, her hands were in contact with the dirt, she was on each of the four.
However, taking a gander at the trees, they felt without a doubt higher than typical, she wasn't awkward.
Along the stirring leafs, her hearing got weak hints of jabber and ringing glass, that should be the town she lived in. However she would have rather not returned there, she went further in the forest all things being equal.
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