The dream of the house of many deceptions
came along with the weather's change.....
The master of the house was extremely crafty...
The dried dead carcas of a reptile came to him and spoke..
The Master put things in his house on display that appeared to be of value....
He explained to the visitor though obscure these items were abundant if you knew where to find them...and actually of little to no value and were simply put out for theives to steal.
The old man had slicked back hair...
Next he showed the secret compartments in his cabinets that were designed to mislead...
Why it was befuddling....
The crafty old dog after all.....
Then came the sexual tension part... She was much younger you Know...those breasts coming to a point...
What about the triggers and those gun shots he heard earlier?
He delved deeper into his own psyche.....
The Oceans tongue was lapping now... Creating turbulance
Disturbing the placidity.....
He peered on the World... Looking in or thru the window...
The rigging moaned....
He thought and how the Vultures come though they may wait for Wednesday....they come.
Her confidence now won she leaned over and spoke softly in his ear "Can we go shopping now Daddy" ..... Holy Shit!
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