“Throats’ blessures a-clotting through planar and lunar and glandular sophists in the market for grain. What? Unvoiceable traffic plaques the ruining ardor as the cranberry lobs sea fruits by blade time. Yea? Grasping for locks, you crane upon smoother shelving. Not for me! Not for nobody’s help. Crud…“

 

Kit Schluter — Thinking of You 2