WHITMAN FEVER

If the gun doesn't decide to shoot then my fists should be handed fine. Charming third arsenal Loopin' rounds revolve rapid-play fire, rigid hand had spasms Jigen shoot his nouns, navigate liars; trigger happy havoc Hit his crooked crown, splatter ingrained, was split on cracking chasms My pinnacle; rookie mounted, matters were taken past to distract his balance Caught me founded, crooked smiles contrasting lips on having panics Prodigies considered that a challenge, amount of pictures taken Proclaimed kings they cannot fathom, basis was to amp by passive Only sounds were finger rub calluses - flipped it back on active Index finger taking up a fraction, ramp it til' free hands on Knees, sticking stigmas - both wrists were fractured; BPM had slackened Colder pressure fixed with all slanders, eternal flame was gaslit Folding sweaters - permanent practice, the bangles made of plastic Love for an awfully wicked city, captured crevice; cat's eye Methodically, dog's end concluded a swollen silent franchise Sacrificed, brand by eclipse in snatching your standard lives Had I always stacked my guns, never could you have stacked your knives; my Scar borrow my plaque deprived - automata the platinum punch Market mad world's chant was "Anta Baka?", harness a placard plus a Story back to calming stork father cos' one felt saddened - muddled Mossy papers; swordsman a partner, I'm now the captain son God, for a minute there was just laughter, after handed couple Bonds, soaring pigeon under covers kept, we had to change course This is like that Denji with a chainsaw, man never Tripping on some power people paid for, pack barking til' some Tragic needs were only slow pacing per se; that Yusuke painting Phantom thieving - provide memento of every Tuesday waiting Concerned leisure serial cadence, means sorts I played with Reserve detour meant more experimental, the lane switch Played too many stupid games, won too many stupid prizes Came to stare through it, crane's gape like a mouth; I shook to try it Devil waking up the gear five heater, now I knew I played with fire Onizuka - telling my year five teacher: "I became a great writer" Played too many stupid games, one too many of stupid prizes Onizuka - beat the morning demon; Kamen great rider.