A thrones view

The hum of the air conditioner.

The loli gagging sound of the empty water bottle.

All wind related.

All tactile in a sort of mechanical Mexican all inclusive way.

Where is my vacation catheter?

Need a place to store all the trial-a- bites that are here to suck my splendor out from underneath me.

Ride the rug

Roll in the sand

Reasonable relentless raunch.

It's the extra weight I carry around in my vacation paunch.

The pirate ship over yonder miss spells a flagship of secrets.

Tally ho and fort night me.

I've not yet seen all I can see.

The view from my throne is growing old.