Tsunami Shoes

it was christmas, and far removed from the fuss of the isthmus, with the southbound deal rush gimmick, i gus getting handed the rock of the plymouth, reached the lush limits, of "finally this here forest ended" those shining shoes were really reccomended

no longer inside of jazz with the lush life, as the billed feral stray dude with horns

the show became stronger, atlast with not much strife, the brush knife,

and the wake up was very great that wide rationed morning

and the sun that did bake, was bound to give me the dehydration warning.

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take the a train

xhelsea brodge

• Avalon Dakota

• 6-7-25

• 1:55am