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I can’t determine the politics sketch this vision, and the images themselves don’t enthrall me thus I cannot enjoy this video. I have not finished watching because I have become bored, but not like a tree-trunk by a beetle. All these words before aside—I have a hunch parody rules the game. By game, I mean caracal fells fawn. Crowned—diadem inaugurates dying. Like a vowel whose duration breath upends. Like the vowels in the branding of the fashion house’s name. Alas, horizon today curdles: lemon runs its veins like a hand through cream. No matter: creatine reams its dusk.
ReplyDeleteOn the hill, Jill, did Jack get his fill?
ReplyDeleteBeats soaked in brine, swigging down wine,
An equine theme for the drunken scene,
Or a spasmatic dance for the youth entranced,
You tell me.
Okay, it’s odd, focused on a geriatric quad,
But music that gives a headache,
May cause the limbs to shake,
And the hooves to stomp
In a prancing gait.
Oh mustached bard,
Making music ain’t hard
If you play the grandma card
The eardrum is marred.
As you can see,
Be bizarre as you can be;
Thus demand the attention
Of fools in a viral detention.