1"So I get that coffee, that cigarette, tried to quit but haven't yet, then by the moon in such a phase & the way it lights the way in disdain, I'm asked: should I say something or should I not? It's too late, I never thought. Wild animals at the pond had some relation to the glow of ornaments on the lawn, of course the story goes on..."1 by ~psychedelicorchid
"If that's the case then I think it's safe to say grammar is the least of your worries."
blahblahblah2 continued, part 1 We seemed to be going through a part of the ocean that was not unlike a pane of glass, above it cool breeze and the depths harmonically invisible. Garber, our boatswain, had been speaking to our carpenter about the prospect of whittling a musical instrument for the journey. A few days passed before we next caught sight of any land. As soon as our lookout called attention to it, a fog rolled in and blinded everyone. "Steady, men!" the captain shouted. "I'll be damned if I let our course be swayed by any force of gods or nature!" A few quiet moments passed, then as the fog began to settle we could distinguish a walblahblahblah2 continued, part 1 by ~psychedelicorchid
atoningThe music was to a toneatoning by ~psychedelicorchid
for a night of debauchery.
the alcoholic swine fell over on its side
as miserably crepuscule faded
However more the pack did wander,
there was no caution tape
[untitled]o heart, why do you crave the unattainable[untitled] by ~psychedelicorchid
in the forest with technicolor canopies
the sun drowns out my will to discern.
subconciously the pattern of shadows is overwhelming
all feeling of control is now moot beyond comprehension
of this genre, mediums are like kingdoms
a rare white caterpillar evolves
it's too late for absolution
by a distant sandcastle
Sta.sh
thank you .