Complete And Utter *Headdesk*
Dawn.
The ink of night slow dances with muddled fire.
Jagged mountian tops in a breathy mauve peak out of vague camouflage.
A crow moans in horny recovery. Rubbing a last one out amid coconut ghosts and spiderwebs.
This alley cat block still a mystery to me.
On the roof. Seeking proof.
In conclusion; Adam Lambert accidentally my life.
Aslo; Must finish Gulliver's Travels