the purest form of expression is harmony.
She ran her slender fingers down her locklern hair. It wasn't in the greatest of fashion heights these days but it was enough to deduce a legible script from.
Swelling from her bosom upward, she smiled as she sang... I think that's that I liked about her. She shot down the hanging pigeons with one fell sweep, sort of like how she gave her heart to me...
Maybe it's just wanting that which we cannot have. That it so boldly produces an epiphany, well; that wasn't the focus of this in the first-place.
Oh man, then the tides turn, and psychedelic poetry is on the wall and you can't stall because it's in over drive baby can't compete can't relate what the hell is the sin when you're the hate
I'll take yee as me wife
I'll take yee as me mate
Don't be surprised of the challenges in wait~
If Copernicus, Tesla, or Hendrix had blogs... err... the faint shadows of their blogs caught in a blast of cold wind might resemble what is presented in this Tome o' Darkness xD
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