Nirvanic teasings catalyze undoing; hinge on mania to pierce disillusion.
Detritic surpluses infiltrate realism; fickle to tides and the cutting of crude binaries.
Rebounded into absurdity and the remembering of forgetting, curdling accountability browns the bones.
Helplessly centric, bleat your way down to zero:
"I'm sorry I'm sorry
I've dragged myself by the tail"
