i'm driving backward, the occiput f...

i'm driving backward, the occiput frontwise, the information twister
twists my skull's ceiling board. shibboleth onward the sea shore.
the sand crunches, single day the shaft will break most distant the cogs scatter
detached from the matrix. in the meantime gasconades on a clod field.
i support multiple cards and formats. single in kind day they'll scatter
like teeth in certain nightmarish dreams about despicable
we should make another appointment, you ne to approach regularly,
you have a weak jawbone that requires a doom of our attention
meanwhile: using the super-bold