Hoggey

The emptying of the hall, in memorandom or literal sprall, the emptying of a peacefully worded spell, layered with cement, or drinks of the fall- one done for the rafters in place, two for people of outer space, readying their reasons to be face, constant dormant w/o tangle stands within fog, reed wearing princesses who love to jog take you along. Don't sing your songs, but remember who had your longest love- the keys are all in place, ready to turn, the clothes wave to solar grace, and one surfer of the soul, emanates his new born... The guy making world decisions is in angst, for delay of an utter stunt to be designed has caught him fully, a memory of pure scent arrives slowly, and I mean that... It's recognizable only like wood is to the coffee beans roll, deep yo- rooted.