The Rough Sonist Orifice

I'm halfway through a fashion of the raucous sonist orifice which according to fucking Amazon this is going to go out next December. I always find it really weird that you can pre-order books that people haven't written yet. I'd like to read a couple of those. Consider the flowers true only to the earth yet we land them a fate from the borders of fate and supervise their fadings their little deaths. How right that we should author their regrets everything rises and yet we trudge along laying our heavy selves upon the world. Well the earth dreams on and it's eternal childhood. But if someone took that took them into infinite sleep lay down with them her