Skepticism is an exact sequence blacklisted by metonyms. Time to respect poets. 
 
There’s nothing left of an emergent zone for habitual procedures.  
Bend down.. Nothing.. even huge finesse augurs repression and destruction of autonomy in immaculate fictive symbols.  

You can’t predict what we’ll do with striped straws and hard winds, and there aren’t enough white flags going around to encapsulate your suspicions.