ah fuck forced for me to come on need it now grabbing at the art i want to ring but banging modal mad common sludge so gosh god gurgle wanting to curse only for an exuberance of emotion and want for it without the means or in this case words to nail down border and deliver an escaping rain cloud and flame that ceases to be itself when tied up and choked and delivered like a flower that dies in transit from the lover that picked it and the lover that never received it if only they could have been the same person in the garden in the first place and just left the flower there unpicked