Exotic matter

Now that there is no longer someone by my side, cyclically, to protect me from time, it is only a matter of.. My mind appears to be years into the current well, the pit of memories deepening by the hour. Without a town cryer I am without reference, for love is the strongest clock by which souls are set by any stretch of possibility. I am doomed, for these are ky amber years. The sadness has begun, but this machine was built for a final run. This mind of mine is a roadster, a chopper of soul. I knew which highway I'd run, I built the machine, and now it is time to roll the ol' girl off the gravel.

Exotic matter

Now that there is no longer someone by my side, cyclically, to protect me from time, it is only a matter of.. My mind appears to be years into the current well, the pit of memories deepening by the hour. Without a town cryer I am without reference, for love is the strongest clock by which souls are set by any stretch of possibility. I am doomed, for these are ky amber years. The sadness has begun, but this machine was built for a final run. This mind of mine is a roadster, a chopper of soul. I knew which highway I'd run, I built the machine, and now it is time to roll the ol' girl off the gravel.