Flowings of Your Everlasting Taffyman

On further reflection, I didn't get my paper done and I have lower backpain, nails painted the manic colors of my childhood, I'd release to get some release, but the pain blocks the way.
"if we fall, we all fall, and we fall alone"

long ago we tried to give up on lines, hoping to project some inner sense of dignified solidity, longing for belonging, we treasured the eternal possibilities, thus in loneliness we adopted transendence and sometimes we cant help but feel it lacking.