The East and its Feats by ben yosaf aperitif The way the truth grows and builds and gnaws in multiple duplicity of reeds feeding off the shore of the bay, in the building of quick rush to settle right on, is the calm residing and into peaceful hush and hush moves right along. As the soar keeps moving up, the grey-eyed goose keeps soaring, along the fending fare of care in the nimbus-sky-dome, along with more, on her own, in the home, of the happy children and great ancestors reelin' and roaring and being in known force. The graveyard shimmers and glimmers and the ivy building towers simmer and the beige and teal dome just needs more and more, as we walk around and say our stories. As we move together we are in the field together, moving to each other and grooving to Taylor and this Aperitif sword, the way it just kneels and tins purr in the knowledge-driven vestment of refresher going on into the late night until the sun-risen day, just hours away, leaving you just wanting more a...