Uprooting creature voyage further toward the claim of loud waters emerging. Profound wind amuse these senses accordingly. Beautiful witness proclaim happiness in these walking branches.
Walking beast consume liquid to twist minds into horrid measure. Running away, outside dark realms, children always seem to suffer. Tears under this bed, in time, will he find you?
Walking creatures trying to survive within fractured realms of Earth. The cause of struggle, but the triumphant succeed in damages lifted, then repeated.
He is on the street walking... What is his name? I don't know. He is holding flowers and a black umbrella. Where is he going? I'm not quite sure. Maybe to somebody or maybe to somewhere. Made with Oil Pastels
Three kings stopped a walking man to ask advice about their dreams.
But the man said, "Oh no please, I don't want to hear these things."
"I have dreams of my own although they'll never come to pass...
I just work my life away while all you rich guys sit and laugh."
That one time I thought it would be a good idea to coat my lips with black ink and kiss the paper. Regretted it for the next 3 hours walking about feeling like a goth.
