Jun 2022
What tis?... dear demented little buttery fat cloak
Logres egress resting black volted up limbs and junk
Swirl inside friends ewes stocked by harangue harmony... it's requiem 86 first conceived of in the sixties
Then a later yeast fluffed slapped slapped how much garlic can one nosey drake terse sweeney Italian flavors in the back bake in the alley crack
In the old presences flaunted by simple styles killed by the fire that stood for in the dreams... and at the beach goers flying their kites emblems from Asian deniers as dutiful as prancing trash scuttles
Like a highway on the once pristine views of trillions of drops of Earths timed evidenced gold
Yet when fools cry out and truths be told
Only the next day as monotonous as the past one life is on the run Sketching the torrents of confusion and skirting the target of what must be done
Logres egress resting black volted up limbs and junk
Swirl inside friends ewes stocked by harangue harmony... it's requiem 86 first conceived of in the sixties
Then a later yeast fluffed slapped slapped how much garlic can one nosey drake terse sweeney Italian flavors in the back bake in the alley crack
In the old presences flaunted by simple styles killed by the fire that stood for in the dreams... and at the beach goers flying their kites emblems from Asian deniers as dutiful as prancing trash scuttles
Like a highway on the once pristine views of trillions of drops of Earths timed evidenced gold
Yet when fools cry out and truths be told
Only the next day as monotonous as the past one life is on the run Sketching the torrents of confusion and skirting the target of what must be done
