45 NOT 33

I learnt to fly @ 45 I flew WAY Past You

My plumes were then surreptitiously pulled to the ground

so I got up and back again,

flew,

pulled back,

flew again pulled back,

flew again pulled back flew again,

Cognitive dissonance.

I'm an Independent so what did I expect really.

Ain't you kids just the bees knees. 

Liquid Love. 

Liquid Glass. 

With Memory 

Membrane Gone. 

Very Convenient