if my mouth werent open i wouldnt be able to put my foot in it

i will extort you to any extent. pulling apart the things crept up in your head. a weakness is an irony in every sense i need it to be. you create the give and i take it all the same.
there was only one glass. its a carefully measured formula. our only aim is to capsize you long enough to break away.
youre just ingesting being upset with the way they light the way. you find flaws in every step they make. they cry wolf and you become jaded.
its the same if you squint from close, or far away. undistinguishable lines bursting with malice. yet, we seem laid back as they dance for us.
oh god the art. every piece dusted with your favorite quotes disguised as scowls. claiming to be people, your muses.
no longer broadcasting, this station has long since be drowning in the frequency.
it tastes bitter in here. something hard about the air.
this commune has spread its arms for more funding, at the cost of toil. its only made of softer woods ignoring space and time.
as industrial as you fancy yourself, you must accept its passing time. without the end you sketched it doesnt seem to full.
its fitting that were tied down. im a recluse and youre a widow our web could open eyes. but im not ready for that.
in regards, they are, the focus. dumbing down wouldnt give me the same result.
numbing confuses but helps to step along your back.
im sure theres another term waiting close by. but ill stick with what im branded. its more fitting for easy minds.