The minstrel in the gallery. Looked down upon the smiling faces. He met the gazes, observed the spaces. Between the old men's cackle. . He brewed a song of love and hatred.
The minstrel in the gallery. Looked down upon the smiling faces.. He met the gazes observed the spaces. Between the old men's cackle.. He brewed a song of love and hatred,.
Hot mango flush. Hot mango flush. . Ladies with ice cream hair. Gyroscopic pink neon beams. Everybody's happy about somethin'. . The crowd moves like a flock of starlings.