Today:
I stood in the wind and the sun and let the day fall upon me and roll of me into nothing.
I followed a man in a blue box through space and time.
I walked with the black-winged avenging angels as they reaped the wicked and purified their souls in blood and fire.
I learned solvent cement does not equal liquid bandage.
And now, the call of foreign lands thrums through me, begging my hands to touch and taste, a new feast of wonder and discovery.
I followed a man in a blue box through space and time.
I walked with the black-winged avenging angels as they reaped the wicked and purified their souls in blood and fire.
I learned solvent cement does not equal liquid bandage.
And now, the call of foreign lands thrums through me, begging my hands to touch and taste, a new feast of wonder and discovery.