Thy tune of the evening is quite fair, so just as her fair maiden skin glistens under the full moonlight, the decorative bed and scenery, oh! Perfection a shadow 10 inches in length bodily fluids staining the air with an intoxicating stench a twitch is all I see and feel only an inch creep stomach back bossom it all Heather's into a fall of it all................Leaving her soul gone body suspended standing on air watching all the children I'm satiated if only for now long enough clad in Crimson parcels I dine on Queen Elizabeth's beautiful tone.
