after the splice. when the temperature's nice. after the patch. when everything's a match. after the patch. . after the edit. when it's had time to set.
Up on the bluff. Where i wish i was. Twisting up the pages of history. My cold feet dangling. My bony arms gesturing. To summon up a little chunk of that history.
it's the plan of most. to discover that magnificent ghost. when did I get perverted. and my innocent eyes diverted. . from a view so grand. imbued with distractions.