It can be nice if it's coherent, the very least.
Everythings ready, and how does it without wandering ever so softly, bright light glowing manifest destructive insights into a zillion. One after another, so much to say and yet nothing to tell but I'll tell you what! Just past the shadow of a double headed dragon in the corridor of cobblestone lies a brand new bag of blackberries. Now, out with the old in with future I'm reading eyes and they're looking back at me halls of mirrors doubling triple flash too many to count. The mirror is in your corner of what worth? Artificial, if not art artificial repeating itself. Repeating itself. Word count. Brick of berries, bury it berry it in mud black out shut down restart. Binary oscillate why am i here i'm not a robot? Reboot . . . Hi, welcome to Burger King!