>>3865921>connoisseurAs sure as death, taxes and corrupt hard drives the sore sight saw the skies long before the days night sky held the stars. Reciting cords from the cracking concourse of silent thought while outside pretending he stood on the edge of the established scoop calmly shovelling while the spade echoes work the dirt follows footsteps. The pound and pound on the ground of natures only stage found falling wisdom from far from paid fare fade to show in his cascade of left then right as the pavement stands in the concrete jungle saluting between broken spears of sunlight with various views of visions from the city's reflecting walls - offloading insight to see one of none notice the glare factor and share like a factory
