Clouds playing pellet drums,
I lodge in a tavern with no eaves.
Ancient tea trees exhale cyan vapor,
A signpost tilted by a rogue boulder
Sheds a mythical fruit.
A girl with pink hair
Smokes a Camel,
Slicing through a ****** steak—
An offering for a soul already exiled.
In the White Bear Memorial Park.
7d ago
May 27, 2026 at 7:47 PM UTC
Clouds playing pellet drums,
I lodge in a tavern with no eaves.
Ancient tea trees exhale cyan vapor,
A signpost tilted by a rogue boulder
Sheds a mythical fruit.
A girl with pink hair
Smokes a Camel,
Slicing through a ****** steak—
An offering for a soul already exiled.
In the White Bear Memorial Park.