Im low…

i’m low on purchases and my boots are discombobulated, my address remains central. i speed through time extremely, i don’t mean to scribble or subscribe to a certain conglomerate of pigments or neighs. i have gone mad, but who is next to hear against my thorax? to posture my antennas? myself indicates: essential eco toxins, avoiding radiation and fashionable spells. current geographical adverb: somewhere…