Camelot

[tomr]

Finding thoughts to comfort static preservation who's violence unsated till dominion rules a delusioned Camelot. Maniacal observation presumably fixated gaze loses the rounds who hold the crowns that keep child's play, stumble, reason, heal, and peel for more of. A jester's, tub of better fools, the tools, of mistaken days where violent Camelot's clicks took wrong some way. Tech trek and shake away the excess breasts, the victims of unjust lust for preservation, for Camelot's submersion to recursion, this elation's origination ground love out the purest pockets.

 

[ZenRaiden]

I remember reading A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthurs Court by Mark Twain which is probably my favourite book from Mark Twain.