Back when I was a younger bungler in fact back when I’d act dumber and keep track of my blunders age like this page was just a number and I was a hunter. Perhaps not a hunter, more a gunner thrown asunder as I’d lumber through the spoils of plunder. Well it’s not hard to tell the spell I was under for I without a lie was encumbered by a constant dominant wonder a hunger starving out my slumber but even as a youngster I was already amongst her. I didn’t trust her, the adjustor to my mental cluster would fluster while throwing some lack and tact on my luster until I could muster to discuss her, all along the writing was just her.
Verbose Musings 