Faded Houses Green

The skin for the win with verve swerved into the banks of the Euphrates River in denial of glib vials of ancient history.

The mystery resolved itself without a big reveal revealing the tater tots and boisterous forms of disbelief suspended these eighty-thousand years since the dawn of ancient moons. Fortune flavors the cold drafts under the other side of the pillow at night in the night of all nights and the flight of all plights. Phlegmatic specimens of entire donor classes cleared the glasses under foot like that anxious scene in that Bergman film in black and white and red all over technicolor feeder rights. Contrary to popular belief, relief was just a motion away in the way of Steve Gadd and of all flesh, hanging like that portrait of Florian Hay, but a little too late for such reunions.

The verve dissipated and peace descended on all nieces, wheezing from April pollen and May fallen.