crickets tower over austin as witness to localized flow and twin connection.
the regular season of molasses and ice paints the environment with laconic sibilance resembling slow ****** in the woods.
it's too long as ignominious culture puts down the war effort and puts forth equity. we are together and are going to be together for a long time.
weave the rug as monads and lovers weave long kisses into lascivious past times and dance themselves into flurry and scorching gaze.
please don't leave just yet, the opposition wails out over tendon and marrow that stands clashing with metal and guided entropy. the war effort, the sorrow, turns to gleaming blood and ***** as we all prepare for the summer moon to break forth and tell us a good story, at least once more.