sheathed sword

however this is the only thing i know and i can't even perfect it. and i said i don't know and i don't know what to believe is this the owner of the crib or a crook. and often the eyes would speak and the weapons of the enemy or maybe not. i am not a spy. smell that coffee you can tell i live with sedatives all my life i thrive on it. Christ has risen today the cherubs left me in awe and i wouldn't know what it's like when i get there surely i would gaze at easter though i could be very territorial i sure could use some and chew rocks or the keys to my mouth. here it's territorial and it just wouldn't rattle, conspiring abstenance.