You want something to remember? Once in a lifetime? Hold tight to the umbrella so that you may rise up. Hear the call, follow the signs to your death. Remember the jar of bait, follow the trail. The lights shine and flash in your eyes. Blood, like syrup, drips from the many wounds inflicted. These days all is high definition. The next step, who knows what it will be? Thyme for time. Does anyone really remember the "good ole days?" Where is your heart at this moment? Is it stationed where you think it is? Or has it gone wandering on its own to be stepped on and killed?
Man, that sucked. But I feel better, having constructed some sentences.
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