I saw from my windbow that 4terracotta pothead boys sat illuminated in hotred glow froma bulb before they got smashed on realising they were chimney pots. It would be sitting on the edge unless a windbow was outta view where they slithered all toms dicks and Harry's out of. Thick horse coated hair swept looking naturally bouncing to the right like theyr fathers fathers fathers mother oat soaked conditioner. A look countains a feeling of having a full length shot gun swinging from forearm and over the top giant goose step strides. The confidence only a doubtless idiot can have. A prancing ruler of some backyard roost. He's not doubted the decisions he's makes since e was a man, not even the ones that backfired like a birds nest under th mother earth . You can't dominate the land like that, you can't put a measurement on a honky hunky system of wilderness. A big blue egg of a head, veins blue as purple is red look out at me through the translucent sack of skin.
Everyone in this room is wearing a uniform so don't kid yourself. -FZ
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