under socks

Today appitizers are worn on top of my socks wet they seem. I relayed information of attributes i contain, and played timid to be tasted as an amateur accordian fiddle of discreet knowledge. Recieving smiles as close as highway merges to my intsant blind spots. Vague in criteria and centered in forethought I managed to stall the tacky oil of indecision and divert a mention to the skeletons on the gas pedal. I'm learning more about the skin in my socks and the movement of human frames...