Starve An Artist, Cover Your Trash

Still balancing the bar, stiff-necked. Withstanding change like a tragic

Play or holy war between the sects. The carnival stands but the cities will

Tend to move. Like planets around a star, or water circling the drain? Sould

Less potboilers. Avant guardian angels on the wrong page of the map. Avant

Guardian angel I am heartache, let me pass. Still holding up the wall. Still