Mucker
Mucker Like a shout in the street— If I'm thrown into a pigsty, I feel all of my senses at the same time while extricating myself from slop. No countermanding orders are given to my nature thus far, so I must be all and draw the totality from my tiny heart, too, as it flickers beats, and must display my vigorous passion, nonsense. When trying to be the tackler of other muckers and not presenter of that tackling it self, even though my result mayn't seem to a witness to be tackling, I must become that tackle and draw the totality out of our bruised hearts. envoi My mind proceeds from primordial underpinning th...