Sunday, November 22, 2009

came to a place with wheels and tires

and i looked over the edge of a bond i had formed with the animals on the bank of the river. they were cute, fluffy, and scared shitless.
The tunnel of spooky spirit slinkies was fading into the clouds, no longer in earshot. My father is a warrior from Dunwich. His eyes are black holes and his body a temple of flame. point is, I am only here because of the parts that played a part in parting out the parts of I. That being said, I don't know for sure where life will take me and who i will meet or not meet.

1 comment:

  1. Nice one! There's still the other way if you'll need it...

    Wheels And Tires