Footprints marching across the barren, blank canvas of faces bereft of love ..... spiralling, swirling, cavorting in a gleeful dance of hate ..... the bell is tolling ..... the time is nigh.
Wow joy, weeping rainbows & love bereft? I'm gonna cry. I miss the blooming roses and pretty colored sky, can I get more of those. You can still make them surreal. Put some cute fluffy kittens flying around with angel wings.
Implacable steel upon steel, grimly shining false light on wretches blindfolded ....... oh, help those fingers, weak with pounding ....... radiance shines all around ....... take it ....... take it ...... the sands of time run low.
I was driving down the street in my 4-wheel drive canoe when the front left table fell off. How many knives are there in a jelly jar? Blue! There are no bones in milk.