Hundredth

Naught comes of night, the patina of cloud on the moon a token gesture of sunset - I'll take inventory for the short walk to 'Plurals of Belle' all the way to Amiens Street. Sure you're all wannabes or, larvae dressed up to the nines? Soi the Rey 'REH-REH' (an unsubstantiated claim) but far from a regal definition in this land of islanders. And what of this Martia Tee? the real deal 'sound of a TokTok' she declares, the only known fact to be accepted and profoundly so dear Adomeno no need for pleasantries and what not. Smatters knows only of the 'b' material, ain't no sonata but mere tweakles at six seventeen ...