P L A N T A R C H Y 2 - Critical Documents

It’s the wording at those things wheres my imagination.
Minutes around notes deaden further into the cracks.
Where were you outside MacDonalds in the vision anyway?
Make your surrender quiet in the former airbag, where you’re ALMOST a
hologram. Note: having met you before relapse, but never quite after
performance.
Can’t it absorb fallout from the
song-&-dance routine agony columns… Doesn’t it come - two for one -
with a cut-out, a face like Lavinia Greenlaw.
It’s a monotony, sometimes. But then inculcates into -
somebody else at the side-show department.
Going to blow this subtext if you don’t FOR ME ridiculous sublimate details.
That sliding in almost-assurance, which said increments frustrate over
a certain hatchet job, lets call it (convenient) D.I.Y.
Impossible figures, not a word now about dictate origins.
How many questions to go, I have none, except in my head.
I want to be outlawed from culture when I grow up.
Having the recent primary aims to be happy is all I care about.
Quietly censored.
OR, money’s a cruel aggregate.
Waiting to plug their fantasy headlines into a whole.
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