knee-jerky

 Scottish rite knee-jerky 

Special raft, deep secret. Dark and tawdry. Bubbling. Gnawing. They complain. you see. They complain. 

The pan-demic has frittered away our collective 'tension spans. well, mine has at least. No time for context no more. Only slogan. Only a string of characters.A gaudy minger of a string. Each character a deeply correct pang o' lodge. Mothers, breathing as usual, will wrap ye up into a little bundle, snug and tight and 

gnarled, like a knob of gristle. Mothers, always were, always will be. And bands continue to play a type of ''blues' extracted music, 'rock' they call it. 'Rock' rewards hump thrust and diddle cum. Dribble ? no! Shoot!  Yes! A long yard-stick and white paste up 

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