No noble nonsense

The worst of it was to besiege the entire faith Reich, Charlie & the apple cometh watching it seeping from the tree’s it made them hollow, the men no longer worked for callouses, the molasses ran slow so time was precious in it’s tomb of great solitude grizzled warmth and lonely biting. Tonguing the walls of artifact, here we all drink sand, the filters will blind the truth. Sat back in a lounge chair and began to seek refugee in my mind the Shepard had come home, the kids made dinner that night, the owls were no longer keeping me away from the castle, a head sung not a pretty song but a song of sorrow, pretty gals wont dance, and the tower swaying, I saw them come then they fainted, the slightest twitch in my arm began painting, it swam and it swam with it’s cobwebs in hand, the swallow of your heart so suckle and blown out of proportion that solely caught failure gambling away the so...I’ll be honest, and slightly dangle myself like a pendulum, but the guarantee of the voice, that beckons and sells you it’s coal, the first one caught the turnips and the other spoke a word, sober hangnails, temporary light inside my head.