Perhaps I'm a step too rickety to cast myself as Bro Love & the Loaves, where ever I peg my hats been home. How many how very many FEB thirds? Eighteen years and counting already older than the War on Poverty. A waned sense of has-beanism, yet a master's quest often near light prism(s). A random mirror tile --- overhead squiggly bulb just so --- wall's image: trapezoidal. 4 corners due east. Ancient obelisk, pink contrails form that jet triad. Blue fijord my inland sea. A sense of knowledge, sewn good and well.
No Hercules me. More of a Hurkoian etymologist.
Bidden my time; toward the tower, no urge to holler (OK) southeast sun 10:10, raise the collar, bidden my time: another cup of wine. Too fond of garlic to 'go back' to car sellin'. All hail linguistics! As silver as a tree digger's blade!
But let's take and keep it simplistic! Knot buckskin' ballistic gosh damsel it (hazardest slope I called for that! Honest penguin!)
Hey puppets, dolls and clowns! (Although who doesn't love the knead of dough?!) (late winter Roosevelt-Rustbelt top-of-my-lungs-Mona-Lillian-grin-right now) (OK---how far off? Here-now-yesterday moon phase?!) talk about love and romance??
Of all the thoughts of sung & dread, moonlit chapels, golden dome, cathedrals: those overhead: kaleidoscopic, written, stroked, scripted, bitten, choreographed (God bless 'ya spellcheck as 'ye are not on my Mustang tachometer at the moment) stoked, trekked, tricked, cliques, hempen, hectored, wrecked, reeked & leaked.
Obviously apparently forwardly observantly I could flee WRONG ?paw-prince? atlas not knowing if there's gas in the diesel nor if the Captain is available this Lent to let, & how Ds ER & EST suffixes might (whatdowereallyknowaboutchronicwastingdisease??!!) (slap back 'O the neck could light everything --- all of it--- kaboom in a melting flash [sic] PTSD Hell Line: ... .. ... blinkered
WHAT NOW ???????
Oh the sound of tribal round: