Correctness:

I wish I could photoshop our pages of thoughts; it's like poetry that never ends; the spider is on the ghetto street creeping into the lower end; I feel love is starting now to fill the empty heart of people on the goodbye street. Going to town without knowing what is going on is too sad. Bring it on is a living human after being well-known as being ugly inside and outside. I need correctness in my heart, pounding and departing. This corrects my mind.