Magna Giroptics
The 4 am looks pretty for it's age. Its blurry thick slot in the day weighs down and droops with an energy that carries through the night. My head is whizzing and gentle nodding lucid bouncing lacks this mind's morose albatross for darling bourbon chalked jumpy grease corner
never mind the outside influence, ben. its a distraction to the essential flow of words that simply must be accessed. Galloop. He said shaprang galloop and threw himself off the edge. His fluttering words lasting little longer than his short spill into the dark.
A more astute raison has been politely asking for a salute from the returning war torn gentlefolk. resource a plenty, value not. drying in the sun.
spark a moontide
spell
never mind the outside influence, ben. its a distraction to the essential flow of words that simply must be accessed. Galloop. He said shaprang galloop and threw himself off the edge. His fluttering words lasting little longer than his short spill into the dark.
A more astute raison has been politely asking for a salute from the returning war torn gentlefolk. resource a plenty, value not. drying in the sun.
spark a moontide
spell