First there was the sententious ol...

First there was the sententious olden jar:

(1 Jar's Prologue)

JAR: B = b

I, Jar, a container, thus, "the soul'soul," apologize. For my smoked-up brain.

scent was my business; capturing scents in volumes. I'm still sated of it, even now. Smell's the great romancer. I've seen spirits give up over it. Maybe odor is sleep; dying to your life you wake into its dream, temporarily. And where you escape completely changed you papal court yourself then same as before.

Beauty proceeds in clouds, from bottles. It's drinking drunknes

I plott a garden for its