Well, it's been strange knowing you

Once upon a time there was desperation.
And then they met.
   The perfect match in a minuscule time like antidote to ease the pain of lonely and need to be seen by anybody even if it means smh in the end

Malarkey tis

    crick crick goes the neck
stretch it
ever since the slowing of breathe left em restless

   They abhor all the nonsense, but can't quite escape it

various trickeries have been a method
     boat loads of make it rain drop drop and hip shakin
run away faster than the fat rabbit that dines out the door on lush springish grasses
    longing for the simple whilst raging for stimulation; the rush
                              to annihilation