24.6.11

A Well-upholstered Lady Knows Where the Bowl of Cherries Belongs

A dizzying ring around a fortuitous display of constitution sprouts from an decommissioned attempt of abeyance. As the mind replays a card game of spirits, juggling periodically copious employment of apprehension and anxiety with regards to the stakes of oscillating value, the environment speaks a common language, influenced and influencing like vessels of experience. A timid parley and languid expressions sweep across the room following the ebb of air currents and emotional jet streams. The atmosphere lies in a constant plod of a submerged, yet necessary rhythm. 


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