inside the clamshell is a dark warm place. Inside that warm place is where I live, basking in whats' left of life, absorbing the darkness to nourish myself.
Soon the clamshell will open and there will be no perl inside, only a bit of sand and a runny ball of oozy goodness.
Can you see what could have been a perl?
Only if your into darkness and premature goo.
Soon the clamshell will open and there will be no perl inside, only a bit of sand and a runny ball of oozy goodness.
Can you see what could have been a perl?
Only if your into darkness and premature goo.