Random Ramblings 12
A chaotic play with words
The infant crawls — the money falls — the preacher preachers — the child grows weakness. The money commences to shapen into the unmistaken — the scents it spreads infiltrates the child’s head — the addiction takes control; it now unfolds.
The writing is now written on the wall; there are notable truths that will conclude in torn shoes or boots. Blood, sweat and…