Glens thought of the day
spilling forth the foul and pusculent oddor of decay my brittle soul escapes to the moonlight to become one with the dead lifeless-ness that governs our plane
Seems an odd thought for somone in a good mood, but hey, whatever floats said boat.
Specialy a boat the sets sail deep into the river of the soul.
Well my days nearly over
peace out.
Seems an odd thought for somone in a good mood, but hey, whatever floats said boat.
Specialy a boat the sets sail deep into the river of the soul.
Well my days nearly over
peace out.
3 Remarks:
see nye? thats how you write a descriptive verse
See nye, thats a intelectual ZING!
dark and dismal... i like it..
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