Folder of Amazing Sweat

Larry Bird calls out for deeper understandings. His nightmare is unfinished and his healing mother is away on business. Chills sprint for ancient clocks. Master, I need deeper understanding. Shapes I saturate stand oily in mush crowds. I long for my semicircle of half whole love. When sunshine cooks small meat, burgers, ribs of angels' children, no one could ever be starving like Larry.