The trees are lined with a silken vial which blocks out the regret from when I was content with life. The rotating blades spin malevolently spreading joy only occasionally during its routine journey through the atmosphere.
Sometimes I ponder at the ship engulfed in darkness and sing to its majesty and scorn at the lust emitting from its bowels yet I question whether I think of what isn't real in the world of what is not unreal that blocks the black box from spreading its knowledge throughout the world.
Yet there is hope for the great oak still stands in the robust meadow,perhaps not as mighty as the elm but ever so gallant and immune to the lust that is the world.
That was quite nice, did you write it yourself?
.¸.•´¸.•*¨) ¸.•*¨) And I knew my vision of the garden of savage beauty had been a true vision. There was meaning in the world, yes, and laws and inevitability.
(¸.•´ (¸.•´ .•´ ¸¸.•¨¯`• But they had only to do with the aesthetic. And in this Savage Garden, these innocent ones belonged in the vampire's arms. ♥
Battlesister alt avatar suggestion for Legionaire:
This is how I troll LoL games, through excessive gibberish and nonsense there is a system to half of it and the other half is random thoughts
Every member on this board now must complete a series of mind games before they're able to post. I think it will really separate the good from the bad. Thanks.