The echoes of whatever the fuck goes through your head just bounced off of the floor and into my eyeballs, rolling around before they spit them out they’re little sockets.
They rejected them because they were sound.
They rejected them because they were sound?
What does that mean?
The eyeballs were sound?
The thoughts were created of noise and unable to be understood.
That can be interpreted in many ways and you’d probably be right.
There is no fucking way you can seriously be considering that.
Resounding and resonating