Dropping Lines
dropping lines and spending time we've got too much of it on our hands are sick of being idle, desperately searching for something to create, something to inflate our egos just a little bit more than a craving to manipulate dead matter and breathe fire into it's lifeless lungs already scorched from many previous failed attempts at making something out of nothing something out of anything we can get our hands on, fingers stretching, bones cracking, brains searching
i'm grasping at straws here.
