Slapdash slipshod hodgepodge ramshackle haphazard cutthroat jankyass supersketch hoodwink With 💕 Pop music. In an abandoned mall February 8, 2021 Leave a Comment Cancel Comment Name* Email* Website
The words we call it, matter less, than whether it is radiant within, when we speak. For a cupcake, to a child, is everything. And an altar, to a bird, means nothing. That which is offered must carry, that which is more than contained
No topic is off limits. Especially not antianaerobic expatiation canvassing. I mean, what do you think this is, a blog for ants!?
Atomized as it were. Like slipping into a slot. The entire deed of history. A gorgeousness of incomparable store. An experience beyond all experiences. The goddess’s eyes rapt. Speaking through traceless elements. Fortress. Empress. Weightless. Dressless. 10. To the 15ᵗʰ power. (1 quadrillion) years. Suddenly. Enthusiasm impaled you. A new sense surfaced. A sunless shine was born. The desert bloomed. Infinite immaterial. The moon melted in two. Space rolled back. Piñata lakes explew. Confetti endorphins laughed. Little Blip Wink’d. Its Rendezvoodoo Woo
The ennui that figures feel is that they themselves are not the eternal perfection that the filmic moment most assuredly conveys them to be
A bubble gum factory. Exploded in the city. At sunset. And made all the streets. Smell like juicy fruit. In the cool night air
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