Publisher's Synopsis
This is a collection of a string of words, that were compiled during the early part of the 21st century. The writer lived his whole life on a farmland, that didn't procure a great yield and thus, the days were hard, and the nights were cold. Hence, within the minds of the downtrodden souls, grew an ink of suffering and unfairness, ever so bold. The cattle didn't have the wherewithal, to save from the man-eaters trotting down the mall. The music of the mountain stream gushing down the valley would drown with it the thoughts, and their misery. But, a long time ago, they closed down that alley and her calm with it, and left with some ink and papers, the writer attempts to sink in it.
Anyway, To indulge in any further discretion would be an act of violence (like this peculiarly curt introduction), hence, the writer requests, that you pay for your persecution, please and thank you.
