there's plenty of coffee there and anxiety blended-in with the occasional sense of annex which randomly condenses mostly between eleven and two
but as vapors do dissipates in the reliable scalding of mid-afternoon when tumult flares and its hissing swelter wavers sprite— temerity transformed into sallow flow dribbles as though forced to piss d o u b t .
then there's gloom draped in a luxuriant bedroom invariably parachutes between midnight and light vanishes just before dawn when jovial clock with insipid grin shudders and .c ...h ..i .m ....e ..s
masquerading as balance between is and was for when glum spreads thick as Tooley does that is when recall and flashback assault aim stage melodrama which always ends abruptly as frustrating as coarsely interrupted rapture's orgasm vexing and vague as 70's era cinema
but once again there is plenty of coffee there and although anxiety is still blended-in there is a sense of pleasure when the sanguine beating of a single heart reverberates across an awesome
abysm . . . chasm
when syncopated with its twin why stopping is fucking impossible.