Thinkless Outwritings


Creased holding old the peddled fold and strung stained jealousy of the Smoothed who hadn't even rounded the first turn in the verge where the tumours had lined their awakening and diverted them to the unripened stretches hemmed by their polite and innate and cut choiceless tolerance of the petulant toxicons dumped by Creased in pitch piled and glutted ignorance of their loosening hold on the only ever once parting chance to ask the biggest questions of Wood