Weedbundles to catch Nettles to eat Blindfolds to carry Walls to bury   Life to sort   In drunken swagger after slightest right to hold loved sifts the funny farms steadily for what is most sane while the scum lie absent-minded with a red apple in the mug   Un-astute unwieldy ― Wretched, grubbing in … Continue reading ON ROSECOVERED SNARES` PATH