these frequent swims in the ocean of pharmaceuticals are starting to show shade in the color of my cuticles. never uttered a single refusal, but i've given a ton of angry offers. all my lines angled…

these frequent swims in the ocean of pharmaceuticals are starting to show shade in the color of my cuticles. never uttered a single refusal, but i've given a ton of angry offers. all my lines angled single row like ducklings stalking their mother for hoisting the whore's trophy. if this an end, and a signal flare beginning of another, then i want to slice the record straight across, so the offerings at the eulogy will be fair. this is the knock down, strung out version of an epilogue. the derelects prayer to the downtrodden demi-god. thank you loyal puppets for stringing yourselves up so thorough amidst your dreams of being promoted to the mansion from the middlemost class borough. though we know at the marrow the biggest break you'll ever get comes between the hours of noon and three PM or between the third and fourth vertebrae. a million less than lousy meals and make of it what you will cliches, meetings met with no allies but a million three empty handshakes. this machine indeed is in need orf warm bodies, but the state of united cash per capita in the snake pit code of conduct has our collective temperature no better than the condiments that populate our fridge. i've got a cure to the man of war 9-5 routine, but it'd require some doing on the end of the common citizen, and a beating heart to reside behind female flirtations. recommended dosage has got us thinking a buck increase on the pay stub for a week's slaving transaction equates to the crown's hoisting for the average jo's subtitle and hearing enhancements for close-caption