logic makes wise, predictable as well. the children liked it not one bit. thus the human, a race was born in blood of an apple and jaws of the beast crying for lost haven monkey hair pulling plugs
the snake, the viper, the slitherer minds hissing, fangs pierce the hurt, endulging toxic nutrition soon spinning darkness organs tremble bleeding light the fang, the peace, the chess mind fumbles world algorithms night could end make it stick this time, maybe
She was strange. She was terrifying. She was beyond beauty. Her strut so striking her hips beat to the sound of her own soul. With orchids blooming betwixt her legs and opals glistening in her eyes, Men only watch her from the side hidden curiosity oozing from their lips. She leaves footprints on their minds like the face of the moon. Delicate and deep But everlasting.