instant sorrow for the one who instigates

When we are thoroughly vacated and buttered mentally, we tend to cross over into meaningless trolley hunting. It spurns our maladjusted side hustles. It melds together with our sense of over-flatulated impositions. It dredges upon Mookie Betts' grandmother's grave. Horror on Horror, exponentially thrifty, undressed, rift slapping and hurt berries find it to be exceedingly erudite for the tastes of even the more cultured mudtrucks. The plumage of stained gargoyle laughers is stinking up the empty hallway in her dormitory; the solution will come when I've let go of the reason for wine cooler tannin concentrators. You once were great, but he who began four stapled packets will be sure to complete the remaining lucky number slevin. I don't know. Every time I feel this way I usually defer to the coffee. He speaks better for me than I can for myself. To live is to die and to die is gain - I've heard that before when circling the moon in my dreams.