Fall made us lament for a time without screaming a time forgotten. Willed into belief this environment of pain necessary still. Cancel Christmas Eve the serpent slithers near her warming up her core. Expect nothing more the shortened sonnet of death you were hoping for. Guide her hands southbound the shuttle prepares for launch neck bent to receive.
10/17/2013
Quite impactful Johnny. Reminds me of Edgar Allen Poe...if he had written haiku.
I want the 4th on a t-shirt.
