05-02-2016, 08:54 AM
“The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear. And the oldest and strongest kind of fear is fear of the unknown.”
Don't you just hate when things are spelled wrong? A letter here, a letter there – the sound is there, but the application is spotty.
When you came through the swamp you had a dress of oil black, covering those perfect legs of yours, blanketing them in mud.
The mythology of Queens. Those phantom eyes, those peculiar wings. You'll die by the dragon's tooth and you'll drown in a brook of your own blood, covered in marsh flowers and the smell of rotting flesh. Your spirit will be weighed down like stones beaten by age and force, and down the yellowbrick road you'll go. Paved in smooth bones.
Neil Gaimen seems to know where they go when they fall. Tumbling down, their sparkling dust, is it what I thing it is? A what ah?
Oh yes. It is indeed what I think it is. The age of Kings has come and their never know I've taken their sheep – they have so many, any how.
I just need to borrow them for a bit.
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Don't you just hate when things are spelled wrong? A letter here, a letter there – the sound is there, but the application is spotty.
When you came through the swamp you had a dress of oil black, covering those perfect legs of yours, blanketing them in mud.
The mythology of Queens. Those phantom eyes, those peculiar wings. You'll die by the dragon's tooth and you'll drown in a brook of your own blood, covered in marsh flowers and the smell of rotting flesh. Your spirit will be weighed down like stones beaten by age and force, and down the yellowbrick road you'll go. Paved in smooth bones.
Neil Gaimen seems to know where they go when they fall. Tumbling down, their sparkling dust, is it what I thing it is? A what ah?
Oh yes. It is indeed what I think it is. The age of Kings has come and their never know I've taken their sheep – they have so many, any how.
I just need to borrow them for a bit.
2 from 1.
