HALLUCINATION.PART 2

Yea,beneath they rankle deep. Some obiter dictum,oh avalanche obfuscates through the terraced of tainted gap toothed agape,yet boisterous plies its route.Oft did he obstreperous,to the trajectory,heaves his indigo,Which prancing on its desert oasis had obsession with obsolescence.Like the salacity of an Oedipus complex,so was he his prejudiced renegade.Gelatinous obtuses of the obtuse angle,hung in the brine,that groundbait had not thumbed with the groundrules.And often shirking what discontents it grunts;As guardian angel's exhaustiongrit of growing pains,soon ebbed out; in glances of subconscious clamour of all whims and caprices,swooped by its hangman's noose.His handmaiden,a handmade, and a hardline,a hardluck takes a hardline to grimdeath.As they the buffoon traits did him to the guillotine of no refrain,gamuts to the haughty prowess of the tirelessprovocation,at the very bits of banter.To the scorched earth;they hawk he with his hawk eyed,to summon for a needle in the haystack,his ravish hays.Haymaking!