Anachronism wrote:
"Conversation once colored by esteem became dialogue as a diagram of a play for blood. Took a vacation; my palate got clean. Now I can taste your agenda while you're spitting your cud. And it doesn't make sense I should fall for the kingcraft of a merit-less crown. It doesn't seem right to take information given at close range for the gag and the bind and the ammunition round. This is not about love 'cause I am not in love. In fact, I can't stop falling out. This is not about love 'cause I am not in love. In fact, I can't stop falling out. I miss that stupid ache."
"Conversation once colored by esteem became dialogue as a diagram of a play for blood. Took a vacation; my palate got clean. Now I can taste your agenda while you're spitting your cud. And it doesn't make sense I should fall for the kingcraft of a merit-less crown. It doesn't seem right to take information given at close range for the gag and the bind and the ammunition round. This is not about love 'cause I am not in love. In fact, I can't stop falling out. This is not about love 'cause I am not in love. In fact, I can't stop falling out. I miss that stupid ache."