Sclerotic
I love what you've done with the place
Freshly ransacked and ready for the next harvest.
The bale of hay is ready to be emptied into the cupboard and the servant has gone on strike again.
M
All firing on a loss
haptic swindles amongst whispered claves
ungrateful everything
nihilist bookcase
slob, oaf
Cuticled and cornered,
indefinite brain child
cattle feed money brain
debted and cratered
salty demenour
pamphets
panphets
pangs and creting
balding lateness
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