Interfering theaters are sponsored by synchronized stages… Music! And, to sing!! And the craft of renovating improvisation’s mistakes. With not much morphosis, one Jack for all, no work no property, unconsidered because of being up to their word. In the black market, one has to topple down a regime to earn a living, ready red overalls for rules which guide only fools.
Under Sahara’s unknown night sky, I’ve never smelled a live flower nor seen the heron bird, yet hardly could tell a goose from a swan, nor a seagull from the alien geranium morning star. Have I passed through, or is it they who had slipped away, leaving me laid exhaustedly alone over boxes of missile ammo!? My shoulders still ache under my camel, concerned about the gatekeepers of the hole. Withdrawal is natural with the same flavor, free from coughing, sneezing, and eye water.
Just one of the billions of erased portraits only washed away, by salt… No foe but southern winds of dust. This is earth, O’ my left foot, flat and plane despite press and TV screens; whence you rose, your right pair is gripped by a mania which will never gain a meal with sailors, nor even the rank of an onion grater. A fugitive Moor applies for a cook on Columbus trips.
Scale Fixing 