Rising grains of pearly gates

the sun rises and attaches onto the clocks again, again,

jack isn’t such a great friend

i wrote him once on a short hat,

he told me to never come back,

pearly oranges aren’t so strident when you make the first handshake

but never, your suit of the high flashes

will make its fine way towards presentation

rabbit puffing up all the great ribbons,

we start to run on horse drawn chariots

We try to see the scattered rain,

I ride the mare and grin at you number four, 

five is searing

8th kind of the beeps

how are you to know?

we shall just rise with this dust and go, go, go,

sleigh in the distant sands, 

paint of orange, and black, and spider legs nonsupport

I told you once, I’ll never tell you again,

Jack isn’t such a great friend.

techy forest

smokey