The room is filled with smoke and the smell of wine. The books of ancient smell like paper and the old ink melting away, the dust in the corners of the rooms breath with my breath each time I enhail the cigar smoke. The wind snips at my window as the smoke bellows at of study. The music in my ears sounds gracefully with the snapsus of my thoughts. The night is young I have to go out and be proper pop's to the world against the Communist wish for sicko governance of single totalitarian. So we smoke on and we start to detect via investigations and proper links into other wordings and ideas. It is time, I place my baseball cap on with my six trees and my lion, I grab my orange squeece ball for when I get mad after readings, I sit down and take my shoes off, I put the pistol on the desk and load it, the ammo box by my feet, and I start to allow my mind to eat.
Individual civil liberties and economic markets along with political adversary runs this here world. You have a problem with that you can deal with the moms of the world.
Moma's you going to let these children go without school, security and proper jobs for their popa's.