A Summer re: Follicular Fall Out Can Spring A Heady Winter

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Thy scalp thoroughly massaged during hair washing,

after showering (frequently tapping the cold water faucet –

in an effort to ramp up brisk temperature tolerance),

an immediate process to shake out matted down hairs

follows suit. Oft time a healthy clump knots fox trot,

jitterbug, tango, et cetera together spawning undergoing

subsequent rotating head up and down or side to side

(naturally affecting a dizzy state) to help tease apart

potential dreadlocks, and also reduce the chill (since

the air conditioner in this apartment also turned er

rather button pushed to register a balmy, pleasantly

refreshing, toasty 60˚Fahrenheit. Masses of secular

and religious intractably twisted (analogous to sisters

tangling in a hissy fit) with gnashing upper dentures

against gum shun (since mine lower false teeth donut

comfortably, ideally, properly, satisfactorily, et cetera fit),

now upon exiting the bathroom cursing fate for bringing me

Into this harassing, plenti massive linkedin eventual

right angle ova tha peculiar dangle, when these stray clots

(somewhat resembling rats in a cage bound tight similar

to Gordian Knots eventually (thru no choice of their own)

relinquishing boa constriction asp er stranglehold transitioning

into little twisted sister bands, where The Idler Wheel

Is Wiser Than the Driver of the Screw and Whipping Cords

Will Serve You More Than Ropes Will Ever Do

at which juncture, I cringe from inside witness to lose,

and beg tubby bowie d (at least what appears to Major Tom

what appears to be), an over abundant, unreasonably

verdant whisk heir supply, whereby inexplicably, terminally,

unusually, et cetera unfettered x a decimal gorgeous

jingling kinky lost nsync precious strands, which quandary

spurred the mane reason (this horse shacked troubadour)

experiences psyche saddled thyself with a chomping

at the bit mood. psyche caparisoned nay hogtied, groomed,

festooned within an Equus state of braying bonnie blues,

decrying, experiencing, frightening guess stop oh sturm

urn drang bitterness, sourness seeing clumps of mature threads

falling out. At the prolific rate cherished, fondly inbred

lithe orange robed uber Xanax deployed gloriously jimmy

magic pills slam Visigoths yielding compulsive fiends

itching like outliers, recalcitrant usurpers aiming destruction,

gravitating joyously, merrily piercing sanity, verily zeroing cites

for impulsivity, leeching out rationality, untenably Xerxes Army.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  • Author: rew4er2nail (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 8th, 2017 16:22
  • Category: Sad
  • Views: 10
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