i wrote this up quick. our vast society like the luster of charcoal the thrill of driving fast until you get busted with a big toll we all improve as we settle every step just to find a groove being calm almost seems clandestine until you step up; emotions get manifested crunching time grows old a 50 year old beard wont let you go cold until you heard the sun shine drop it all in due time
As far as wordsmiths go, I think Thomas Hardy is up there, some ofhis books are kind of boring, but the phrasing alone makes you want to read them, you should have a look see. Very poetic Burroughs as well, William S not Edgar Rice, if you can comprehend that shit, you are doing well
