Dear Prominatory.......
Pathos of light be still. The albatros of an rose scented cherabum looms nearer this day to soften those webs and rotten vines that have fattened upon diatribes of a bloodworm's alphabet.
Incumbent lacerations are welcome rememberances of a days work and the anchor of my eyes glow in the half light of insufferable contagion.
Many Thanks
~S~
Pathos of light be still. The albatros of an rose scented cherabum looms nearer this day to soften those webs and rotten vines that have fattened upon diatribes of a bloodworm's alphabet.
Incumbent lacerations are welcome rememberances of a days work and the anchor of my eyes glow in the half light of insufferable contagion.
Many Thanks
~S~