Divebomb divination.

You definitely weren't a wake you snakes with cloven eyes, not lucky enough to die in your dreams you streams of pesticides.


Damn your guise. I hope you die.


In your fancy elevators. I mock: a spiral stare case. Brainwashed. Angry. Overmedicated. Frozen in delirium.
Hopelessly set in stone. Without a home. No skills to hone but an affinity for peace. It's all we need. Oh and about survival give me food and raiment and I shall be content.


I hope you repent and rent your veil of transparency.


You can't hide your lies.


No smoke and mirrors
No cloak and dagger


Will set you free.


You don't see.


So I'll be at ease and kill the time.


Shoot the breeze.