Reconnaissance

-Reconnaissance- The numbers are swallowed whole by contemplation. Dest orlo ana... Matadors ride the night with centaurs going full stallion. In the center drafted by a mellow bass of destruction. Tech savvy as le knight, in thee lead suit. Shining like the radiation of a hare, running from a ravenous hawk. Talk of a fellow twilight squaller shifted, take the batteries and lick the acid off the plate. I hate thou reconnaissance, more than an extinct white rhino could imagine. Focus on dreams and surpass the reserve. The black sheep will have his day to complete said experiment. Talk is cheep, like a bird learning how to play the piano. Repetitive. Say hi.