It's good to be the king!

I am here in Starbucks, St. Denis street, Montreal with both my arms folded over a laptop. The noisthe noise that it makes is sexy, it smells like a river. I can just perceive the smell of the ripples and the shade of the waves. I can see you waving arms a few yards away, other side of the pond but merelly a few meters away. You smell of camphor, I detected it miles, miles away and it surelly brought me to your feet. We have been confused. We had the whole pack shuffled to perfection before the table even opened. In fear, arrested in front of the castle-house we saw invisible knights and shadowy figures and we let the hand go, oh, for a second we let the hand go and all came in in a crush. The elvins, the gnomes and the ghouls. We had perfect communication skills. Your head raised rightfully and mine by demand also detecting the filthy settings and confusing. The mind of mine has been an object of interest for more than an army and for longer than I aimed but hey, the harbour it is. I have my hands folded at the side of the keyboard. You look nervous, are you fearing that the mermaid made half a mouth of me?
I am standing in front of a castle, you go: "Is the house for me?"
Faith both brought us here. We skimmed the airwaves and bettered the field. The field of expertise can nearly be seen. We communicate as much as we like and on the ring of the ice rink we find ourselves, two delights, one man with two heads and a nymph without the right to her name blessed in a home. Her head tilted to hear. It is there printed on the wall, see, friend: this is the place that we made. It is too early to speak, raise not your voice, I can hear it from the waves of my laptop. It folds and it mixes, it makes all synchronistic and the colour we need.
After three years of erring the ring meets the ring and the real surroundings of me. The elvins green and the naughty little freaks have grown, wild on the side of the building, trying to catch some rainbow off the side we know. I communicate, I make with my head the sound of your wind, you hear the air that it brings. Rest, my love, comforted. The rest of the troop enters after. Lean, we lean. The trouble it makes is with Doctor Pinaud, he sees me randomelly adding words to a lonesome littany a mind warped tragedy, he sees. In the court of our castle of lights there is a maid and a seer. The maid being you...I am the seer and this is the fire burning, the cushions friendly, the angels and nature spirits. I am lying next to a maid in green. She swears that she sees, I swear that I hear, In the.
Center of the candle room one hear a faint talking. The guests see.
Is it me or is it she?
It is love and licks.
To face of she.
In front of me.
The red river, the trident theatre, Forget them, "Oublies!"
Our life is with we as all the crowd is hungry.
And lies have fitted the needs.
Love........"amie"
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