A provoking precursor
KUSH HAD ME LIKE ????????
I wonder am I the only person that still has that one clock that still has yet to be set back an hour since past fall? Beside the fact I've had numerous occasions to spring forward, still falling back becoming pleasantly pleased then surprisingly surprised because I had an extra hour to play with to preside over and reside, So I thought. Not remembering that I forgot or was it forgetting to remember, either way I failed to recall that I hadn't set the hands back? However it appears that my procrastination has now became prognosticated preparational awareness. Procrastinated preparedness that is probably a predetermined primitive precursor like the prolonging of a premonition, predicting with the predictions of being unpredictable.
Unplanned prepared procrastination is the preplanning of a precautionary provocative unpreparedness.
From persecution to prosecution problematically predicated precisely precise to precious precision and be it poppycock or not be that as it may or may not be, it provides an unpredictably planned out predicament, preventively postponing a prescribed preliminary subscription without description or precedent pound for pound that will play out round and round up on the down, puff it puff it, pass it, plainly with precision to imperfect perfection becoming a plain complex perplexity as the puzzling refection of the complexion is simplified comically through complication during contemplation.
The past is the first to last?
I will march on with this madness, trying to outlast all this sadness, weaving my way through this labyrinthine vastness, as sure as some things always linger, like surly something's
will never last, however there will come a day we may not all reach the future but our past shall last and never pass. Even the two-faced broken clock hanging on the wall, still tells the right time two times a day. Yeah I brake for squirrels, I swerve for turtles, I pray for my enemies and I'd take a bullet for a brother.
Save water drink beer.