Sunday, November 10, 2019

I aver I’m writing on borrowed-spores. Again, I don’t know much on pollen, I’m playing borrowed-writing.
Any point of contention is biting now but my spores go 85, 100; it’s slow. I won’t do more, not even for track officials powered with centrifugal disclosures, facebooked from their past. So forget Neptune,

forget public boasts of triumph — I should add my visual gamut is fast. The instruments surround haves and have-nots of guitar spinning all ways in gelid hilly winds.