pry loose qualitets of fortressy few blues who would listen to the cinders of pernicion? not the lazy lie-detect- and not the suede of ride 'em knockout
my take is that the swans are free of cluck and maturation wants to stomach blotto shields of puppy laced insignia these lonely miles along protesting regents in fair cloaks it's wall-to-wall infection here within the ranch squalls of protectorally too-plowed fields where revenue is purple and our saving grace here in the midregional morass of stakes we ask freedom from malignant stowage forfeited in prior lives by prior egress splintering an early wall adjacent to another fever wet with cause sheila e. murphy
