Our Faux Priceless Jewelry (Recovering Black Stoner) 1991

The fire has begun. The fine, perfect and roaring Sun. Soaring above scorching, torching the weeds. The seeds amid the misdeeds, misread. Led to the feeds of foraging and gorging needs that will eventually lead to Our ill fated destructive necklace; Our pristine, paid for, priceless jewelry of shackles made from worthless sin-laden beads.