Bless you all who made laughter. Labs creation in head. Thanks to those who wrote novel. Efflorescence from the dead. . Troubled is creator. Whose mind is always dancing.
These words, I write them. No regard to the ink. I can formulate ideas and thoughts. Before I can think. . All we need is a war boys. Or everything is right here.
Lets start this song with a stroll around. Late and cold we wander, smell of sale and cumber walks. The faster we go the quicker well end. With lack of homegrowns in the gardens we tend.
Remember that night. We liked to play old board games. Him into trouble and you into risk. Thank God for gravity, he replied. . To a question she never asked.
Crowds of people are invading my mind. Even in my sleep. Why dont they go away?. . My reign ended a while back, a while back. Oh, my reign ended a while back, a while back.