Canary Who Was Swallowed

There is a musket in the back of my mind. I can shoot it at any time. A shot births flowers in the muzzle. I find the reputation of all yous on the planet fictitious. All are so vicious. A time of jihad is to be celebrated not with a shot, but with many a sink hole. Who do we blame and mame for that project? Not me, I am simple and never free. The Rhine is in my ear today. A fine spring lute plays for the rocks that still exist at Stonehenge. Fine whiskey's are the mercy of the mallot. Finding a tunic that fits properly, can even debase the economy. Royal visions are all everybody sees. I am known to be nobody for eternity. Fair is a care for all of yee. I just look forward and find an artistry to draw on, professionally. Today the Rhineland contacted me through a past entity. He sees the fallacy and stalks me actively. Social Security is about to fail. Paul Ryan is the quail. This canary says he can go in the mine if he wants too. I continue to embrace by huffy bike on the way to a triathalon today. Losers are always so boring to listen to. There is method in every corner I clipped, and every wick that I dipped. Times are tough for no entity. I guess this bean is not welcome in any scene. Boy oh boy how mean they are tonight. They have no second sight. They do it all by themselves. Well the tower will stand and I just wish on a star for an alien (male) who cares. That is all I got.