Archive of: March, 2017
In Cahours the doors opened to a John lewis pillow of white mashed Potato.pebbled dashed with a crunchy black rock of Spanish black fruit. Outside exhausted French men and some women clambering at the walls and moaning. Inside we rested our heads on this bumpy mouth watering cooing dove ride. As a wedding its fish and water. As the metal banded doors opened to the joy of truffle leaving Eve naked with Adam . I like the tinners rabbits stuccoed on the cornish cathedral where the legends of the mighty hare are hidden in a good disguise. From more up and cominging new religions hitting the feast, day.