Reserata Carcerem

whoever lives in only a world takes a swig from buised boredom's gourd taunted time squashes churning chance leers lanky lusts, tuning trance I live in sundry worlds yet on a spot! sometimes imaginations shelter shot eerie empire in spiritualism as well passion then meagre music leases mondo mansion that when boredom plunges porous shelter salient soles bear me to empire thither wanky worse, mansion lures lodge that snarling snow, rustic rain make me no pawn build many worlds in a whooshing world that when one sucks, other provides gourd. '20:05:26:18:20 Note: Of damp decision.