Sweet souled micro adults, contemplating whats running through your mind. Tiny comfort filled toes, counting the numbers on each foot. Victory squared petals, angelic testosterone body - blessed dead battery conspiracies.
Newly found theories, experimentations, lacking the progessions of the body, but filled with curiosity.
"DO IT" "DO IT" "DO IT" and the hyms are a-chanted, in sync and in paradoxes we speak of our speculated, agressive thoughts. Bonds, happy comparison bonding, fast pumping chemical beats splurging from your clown-fitted and borrowed penguin shoes, alive under the soles raging across the sand spotted ground. Tight fitted blue levis', fat-bellied bottoms sighing with the un-buttoned relief. surprised and satisfied soda filled cries.