Polygon Nightmare by Rambling Manson

upon the board of wheel and next to farms of broken glass, there are multiple letters of constitution that have varying dialects and multiple personalities. beware ferrox, he owns the land and the undergrowth. he owns the underground, and i wear a short skirt to the affair and hope the Hoopa are there. Yukon and horis mouth and gum my boots. hundreds of narrow minded bats whirl into the cave and beyond my sight.