Journal Entry from December 8, 2010
The chimes of the fairy plots onward bound for the farthest realms of immaterial inquiries into vagaries of fantastical phantasm agoria phobia that ransacks all but the gentle-persons. To survive […]
The chimes of the fairy plots onward bound for the farthest realms of immaterial inquiries into vagaries of fantastical phantasm agoria phobia that ransacks all but the gentle-persons. To survive […]
Let’s just express the rest of this express play for today, the windows stain. Hey hey, why so say? Have a look at the bumble juice that’s been oozing goons […]
How does the thing eat other things for breakfast looking like it is doing something noble and lofty worthy of the gods and their progeny. But this is too humbling […]
So, what to say today for this play. to say anything at all is to say enough for the tall. this technique of rambling ever onwards is like a giant […]
I just wanted to write but I don’t really know what it is exactly that I wish to write down. However, I have the notion that this topic will begin […]
I wish to deposit things meaningless and pointless but relieving and believing that there’s a hidden purpose and a deeper force acting through me for me with me. Its helpful […]