Oh bless C-jus Tiscr

BEfore the cold comes, witness the vertical lines of leaves on a treed lot. Lay beneath them, let the horizontal take control.
The pavement brings sexy whispers about rounding up the carts. Touched by the 20/20 wet muddy, to heavy protest, she declares death the opposit of existing. All Wienericks build churches and sell air to hyper ventilators. Business like -eagles soaring, -angels birthing poopy miracles every fifteen seconds, -and winning a chewing contest.
Erupting proudness, uncomfortable car sitting, tight cloths, no one swims even in summer.
Now filed between streets with trees and caught in a cloud, they gather hungrily. Just gibberish and scratching at the dirt, at first. Savagery and clowning skirts beatings and eventual dismemberment. In the end most is used, the bones and teeth fetch fairly on the market, and the blood soaked dirt makes great fertilizer. Basically its a win win.
Pressing the glass against her neck and clinking the ice after a long sip she remarks "I never said that" and looks out at the ocean. "Theres an advantage to sharing the shade you know." They embrace.
amen.