“Shiver Theory
Go flotted turnip
& stutter the neverant pitchearth
no blown out reorderings for fake ediction
go basalt scrounge mortifier
soaked in sprite sort
folio ham is mighty yarn
a palfully selfaware bullet of bread crusts
wagering hugely on an empty veil
she was the soda we meant to tackle
matter-of-fact in a cage match
you can pretend yourself until final believing
bellying sort strung self-impaired
or be lucky enough never to believe your own story”
—Highway Rob
Another penetrating diagnosis! 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭’𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 ‘𝐞𝐦.
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