Level.
As level as
the previous level.
That's the level head,
in a vice trip: the habitual
psychosis makes mitosis
smell like introduction
to calculus and its remedial
sections. Class. Action. Act.
So many idiomatic automatons
that no automated person
knows what and how
they think. That's a
fraying fraying conveying,
over-replaying episodes of
shows that should never
be watched. The should
comes with a crick in the
shoulder. The collarbone
was cracked a generation ago,
and epigenetic transfers of towering pain
rain residue on the continuity residents
of the calf of a glacier of a civilization.