Amidst the chalkdrawn caricatures of an advancing civics class syllabus and agenda there exists a moment for art. By the lay of the grounds under which all the weird old gold was laid and the rootin’ blud sagas and scalds were drawn down by the moon of an already settled age. As if there required of them their masques to encourage qualified air of tambour to the voices of retinue that is missing in the ticklish repôrt of mumming cant.
Oh how the quick is to absolve the quagmire is to reprove the quaranteen is to bring us back to want. That where we all, each, every last one of us looks out upon trekless coventry and speaks of a solid tune 🎵, sung out by canti kings and the damsels of their farriers. The second cousins twice removed. A dance of corners and slides and high pantomimes. That is a promenade’s turn and has to laugh 😄 joya out of its gills at the hatless domiciles caught about in frequent of the tip top shaping of the cabin in the hills, the lake of the woods, the mountain ⛰️ of the range.
Creatively anyone can address silence without a change. Credit can take to its own device. Condition is a confluency of erudite marraige. The brigs of seafarers drive contest to the stars in a nordic clime. The Hallows’ Ween mills in its carriage by the dream of baggaged ombudsman sailing the corridor beneath their riding feet, skipping stones like a pigeon cobbler with no money 💰 to lie.
You can catch a simple bus across the bridge and back down to the woman and her ricktodd sidhe. This casual inferent and that mordant truncation of the flesh. Purple flower power panache fretted back and curtailed in the spacious repose of a Jamboree sized campus C Note 🎵. All for the band to play on.
The beggars of a daunting crewe make out vicariously with the conjured reefer tails of an embedded vittle stretcher. He’s fro upon the glider side and agreeing. If they can sign their jape 🙏 monikered diatribes with enough charisma and chutzpa to make outright creature adepts in the leagues of both equivocation and dichotomy.
At least a garnered glib moment presents simply a theoretic parallel from this outre packet into generous tales schemed in historiography. Let on as it surmounts the want of release in mecca’s charts. With so many outlyers in the grand scheme of the tailored organum and witch sand.
Imparted consult of value in contribution to the flux of privation and drive. Unbounded secret stealth that dispatches the longest of feral paths. Cat a pawn bat upon lyric chances believing there refulgent lay gratis emblems fallen during maurades from past days.
Backwater contraptions of a similar futurity. The rising in the geis of the stalwart thespii. Concuring pathos through to the dawning glens of a passive nave and dew. Labored back from a mounted cropping out of the lowdown in a hillock on a berm. Where from colliding sanctums of secured knit brags’ futility and the blind sighted trips career into a list grade. No more seeking the clandestined or the tribunaly adroit.
If from out the hullabaloo and the mess there can be nascently assumed by both Mamma and her boy that trumpets in heaven will regard time fit by being. That behind the cogent arms of salamanders within Summer lawns there hokey rests the peaceful Sadie lakeside stacking lacy sandstones. Willingness for now will truly embrace the given culture in the dreaming. The dreaming for the figure and the foundling in the form.
Gladness in a jag about the pretty and keen. Makes me see too much in the sawboxes. Draws moral of abrubt requittal from a pose. Gives into the good woman in that she has her head about her and her charmers. Glad fowls in the light of disapation look about as friendly as a saving grace making way for the souplines distinct and besides themselves.
A clowny extant like magnetized beetlebugs, oppressed by time, but no less wise in the reading of the fodder. Provance and heriatic handles coalesce vocally and let stringent asides throw gambol upon the flora of the pattern king. A languid color guard responsive in gutteral and conscript unindation by the aye of local parlors running out of moves. Last ones fighting for remove into a tourney of jongulear troupes. The minstrel of the friendly palace street. A capon in the Rue of fishes, boons and pony rides to the tune 🎵 of a jig.
At last there is a bit of refutation. The gregarious nonsuch of loathed after passersby. It drops from the reins and turns to enliven the vine. Somewhere fecund in the champs to brave the flush bobs their ascendency into the immemorial powers and rue screes of the penchant hall. Let there pass fear no more as augured peach pies flow winning back into some realm of commission. Whereby the artists can make a living and the kitty cat children are accompanied to the big show of braggadoccios amongst Aunties and Ems. Thanks again and remember. There are always more yarns to unravel but not so many threads to truly pull. Right?
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