Dear Bric er Brack,
Do you feel the pourous bones of infamy and seek to squeltch the fountainhead of such said youth to feast upon the horn of burnt ruins and ashes smelling frankinscence and iron ore?
The wet metal of a sanguin fleur permeates within the orchid of her skin. Am I to know this prominatory intelligence and satiate a momentary sphynx to unbutton these ravishings of her mind?
The coveted library exists deeper in the recess, beyond the folds pressed into the eye as a poisonous and fomidable lair; equipped with luxurious violations and silver wispers tickling the ear to push even futher in the mossy wooded glen.
The knees, ohh rocks and fallen oak. Waddling streams and enchanted beams and flowers drunk on the rainbow of bluish milk. The silk pire and etheral lyre of seraphum and cherabum and all wild beast dizzy with the bees of a wild roaming Orphic poem.
Till sunset begets, the tea rose. And the icy stars bath me in the voices fleeing unto the shadows of the moon.
-Shaun---->
Do you feel the pourous bones of infamy and seek to squeltch the fountainhead of such said youth to feast upon the horn of burnt ruins and ashes smelling frankinscence and iron ore?
The wet metal of a sanguin fleur permeates within the orchid of her skin. Am I to know this prominatory intelligence and satiate a momentary sphynx to unbutton these ravishings of her mind?
The coveted library exists deeper in the recess, beyond the folds pressed into the eye as a poisonous and fomidable lair; equipped with luxurious violations and silver wispers tickling the ear to push even futher in the mossy wooded glen.
The knees, ohh rocks and fallen oak. Waddling streams and enchanted beams and flowers drunk on the rainbow of bluish milk. The silk pire and etheral lyre of seraphum and cherabum and all wild beast dizzy with the bees of a wild roaming Orphic poem.
Till sunset begets, the tea rose. And the icy stars bath me in the voices fleeing unto the shadows of the moon.
-Shaun---->