Crate paper as long as the eye falls to dropping ink. Whole heartedly tipped with idols stretching out to the inside of spaces where ideas live. Tips of color like tiles on ice cold floors in the middle of the night.
Handle of painted universes topped from the bottom of sharp stop with a face.
glass42:
Waxing a bit poetic this evening?
jaws318:
Typing on Nightquil @glass42 Sadly my wife gave me her cold.