orgive longcenities

so forgive the captives unknown to the captive we. We, the royal, serves best the lofty, often light flight of overwrought soliloquys. Yes. Drunk. the skunk has died and lives on the bottom bunk of my bed, of which I am underneath in the trunk. song sing along. then dine along. trot a long. tra la la laah. bam bam. the gunshed we met. chose swords and lunged long. then slow. then abandoned the campaign alltogether. what a. what a. what a bam bam. a long said jamaican song. Colonial pillowtalk all over done.done. sun. sun. ho hum. what a bam bam. there is a lung at the end of a rope attatched to a wrung. Balance there lightly and then laugh as you let go. you swung. good gone. I'm gone. Run done.
Hearts and anvils
good night and tight tights
Kingsley