We're loose associations. Brutality queues the phrases. Reality loses luster, in fallow with boot to daisies .
Cowering and embracing our trusted tomes, honing a fruitless joke, that only touches on tones that suit the layman
Famous and clueless faces. Racing to rue the cadence. Faking a sweet embrace, for imminent tears, but grew impatient.
California coos sooth impostor fits, but it's a syndrome fifty shades dense, and way to thick to fit the staples.
In case you were getting wayward; our guiding fables, sentinels that they are, will guard the stables and bark orders, pouring out the spirits and clearing history, with brazen logic. Honestly, I carved a broken heart, instead of tapping the maple, sue me.