Sunday

Esther on the bilge

  God could use help no? donyyouthink as the worl's collapsing ridge inside the if of morpheme... it shall weave auspices

 by the many loving manyofmore  reacing its toward night. A knight clopping clopping to redeem? Assisting the god in her efforts. A flueink galow not a parched rag rammer... we've been becoming courtesy and gallantry we're not sure this love


Not does but the mouth hods  whisper. it's a another word on the plate. Not a appollo destiny  but  afate built around necessity the   sigh of the crown and wink   her parlay and this parliamentary lover... Not broker to broker a  brother's easly forgotten as is a dumb arse  .A friend of longterm turns out to be an ass of the piddle pot
How do you end the king?  but the  green movers know their game creating the paranoia fits with the match... Alone till his gang grabbed him from sinking but never reached nor wne to help  the others   but grew his self machine forever his rotten self... Not a knight

 Not a knight but a bight  of the deathwish . Holding the of .