sp3ktr:
Day 205 of flights of fantasy. Tripping through time and
space, on intergalactic radio waves. Each turn a chance to gnaw away at
the empty place you need to fill with whispers and exposition,
penetrating deep into that crevice that splits at the seams. Your tounge
dances over each noun and adverb with delight, mouthing each word of
this un-finished chapter