tick tick tock: today is a clock; tomorrow is a mother; and my shoes are on fire.
I can’t define the usefulness. is it |absolute|?
they shouldn’t hate each other so much. perhaps, on a tuesday, sometime (somewhere) there will be a way for [the numbers] to get along.
what to do? what to consider?
(when it comes to sentences that aren’t sentences and the patches on the floor are just patches, they can’t handle it.)
surprisingly, the gloss reflects a quiet manner.
aside from what one thinks, one can always constant the pattern.
ex: shoelaces are shoelaces.
∴ sometimes they are: {blue; so true; other such rhyming words}
- my arms.