Free Seasons
A fun zone seals the evolution on my local safety
when this defense gets bright upon secretive homes,
after that strike from your chase goes against our
felt roughness over theft as connected. Just as much
spark proceeds on fixed transition beyond short fires,
marshmallows for dollars in inflation to sweet problems
although heat crosses into the wood’s pitch near
Cub Scouts at freedom of defeat. I’ve cornered
both shadows within their moving reflections as night
goes bad out of strong wishes. We hide under the
cold shades during pretended disco, before seven
dwarf stars meet the eye skill guardians concede
as affordance of permission. Hey, my aunt is
far and old enough for pawing at super discounts!
We’ve been crossed on casual demand as these
circles in flesh and blood speak out of a wound
for In-N-Out stops and Indian death, pinecones
in ink or badges on violent craft in dust, cutting
on the hot decision above ghostly showers even
as bleeding raccoons fill up two pairs of crows because
road rage, between three warlike deer, curtails
on myth the weathered confusion on gay merit for
which popcorn sells. One hypnotized group I’m in
plays Mario Kart after Home Improvement transcends,
imagination enough so fictional warnings of Californian
forests refine Dr. Demento fans, thus my little purple
radio shows the Zoom my toy giraffe ride promotes.
when this defense gets bright upon secretive homes,
after that strike from your chase goes against our
felt roughness over theft as connected. Just as much
spark proceeds on fixed transition beyond short fires,
marshmallows for dollars in inflation to sweet problems
although heat crosses into the wood’s pitch near
Cub Scouts at freedom of defeat. I’ve cornered
both shadows within their moving reflections as night
goes bad out of strong wishes. We hide under the
cold shades during pretended disco, before seven
dwarf stars meet the eye skill guardians concede
as affordance of permission. Hey, my aunt is
far and old enough for pawing at super discounts!
We’ve been crossed on casual demand as these
circles in flesh and blood speak out of a wound
for In-N-Out stops and Indian death, pinecones
in ink or badges on violent craft in dust, cutting
on the hot decision above ghostly showers even
as bleeding raccoons fill up two pairs of crows because
road rage, between three warlike deer, curtails
on myth the weathered confusion on gay merit for
which popcorn sells. One hypnotized group I’m in
plays Mario Kart after Home Improvement transcends,
imagination enough so fictional warnings of Californian
forests refine Dr. Demento fans, thus my little purple
radio shows the Zoom my toy giraffe ride promotes.
* Here I speak like I'm the Cub Scout who is currently
making progress as the horror comes back in the form of sweet nostalgia.
http://www.scouting.org/scoutsource/CubScouts.aspx
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