Over in the corner, the explanation sticks to what flowed. Blood numbers and wake up vim/vigor said go with the arm hump from her standpoint.
WTF R blood numbers?
Now my flow's been interrupted and I forget where this was going to go. Like that means something, the forget-part. It almost makes sense that the video of me when Sam sang and I look mummified is aberrant compared to now (CYa pinkie). What a feeling ! I'm talking about
N O W so cut me some slack. The accolades are met with some disbelief that I looked so-o bad 5 weeks ago, but honey - look at me now. The miracle of love is my crutch and the huff-puffies while getting the equipment fence back up reminds me that either:
get better faking it
you might just need some heart work

Expressed mathematically it goes: R=I/P+E where R=reality, I=imagination, P=physicality and E= enhancements. No superstring theory tactic needed on the proof - it's a tamponic-free, eureka-prone verisimilitude. Yes, that doesn't make sense but it fit in the space and hey, the point it makes stands. Buy de bye . . . Sue is Ms. Sontag