Crustaceans fleets.(“9”)

Why would a Russian politely decline dining out on birch bark wine with Mirabelles in the trees and groups of pigeons looking fancy and free as through bough with an old news feed to build castles and vines to search for ground nut seed too entwine their feet in leaves of monastically tapestries the static bunch of shuffling crustaceans deep in horoscopes so busy fighting the cage with which you try too tempt the eight ball shake you miss read the palms of pressurised psychic caught in a state of purchasing petroleum to oil black bodice.