Tolls
The bell rings, the tribe runs. It's a human function, everyone follows. The dinging makes us salivate, like Pavlov conditioned. The persistence of silver cold rings bring service to conditioning. we crusade to our will, but it crumbles at times. We shake in privet, knowing we are unaware of what could stimulate us. We drown in those silver rings. We have a shortage on will until we liberate ourselves and go deaf.