briar streams

the briar streams round the bend, bush of green angels. as the wall of the gathering it shapes as faire and meets noise with silent force. inside comes the harmonic, undisturbed. it shakes of women, their hearts and hips, flower pettles soft and perfect. extraordinary measures sink to face the damp. discursive draagmpist grawst remy, oh remmy, you have lost the cross. crep teh triumph yaw, it grows in eager casks of brine fish. and mold, save the oaken bray through every frrrragile claim. pew softly in these wayward minister pocket watch pants dirty fucking gog og head that breaks what? he did it. murdered the pretty girl.