Spoken

Citizen Same has been spoken for even though the black and silver wheelchair is tipped over, backwards. Incline your ear to me and save me in your righteousness. Controlled traffic patterns signals white noise next to the hard bed like a sleep-aid. A break from it when red. Safe and sound on the side of the east and west bound; broken down. Not there, but look again underneath the slice of advertisement pie.

Shut eye until sunrise. A recliner while automation culture declines. LA casting spokes will be on a roll over the lines around folks who pay no mind. Moving forward. Busy, at-the-moment, ravages relationships like ignoring the giving wheel for anti-tipping. Distant intimates prevents the great love lavished upon savages, but anti-social clubs are saved as another file, above average children. Now high from the spirit in the sky.