Suicide for an egg shell is a lost cause. Of course. But they do it in the lost acres of poorer hate.

Chasing the steel edge of a Changing Regression is not a Border of Rehearsed Planning.


Books are not fetish devices but there are eggshells that break for the lost imagination of a corded worth of changing priority.


News of the station of a limited good hope is not a parade of luxury items for better practices.


A bad mood is not higher esteem.


Never Silence the Whale of its own Distant Practicing Hope.
A bad wave will consume Jonah when he Loses his Sentence Structure.


Never Again.