For it is but a divine awakening in an utterly surreal sense. Linings of reams of pages of books awfully dense . Only to assuage ones subconscious from the pendeleum and pit in which we call being atop a fence. Dearly so one must come to terms as they are alligned in such a fastidious row. The task at hand we shall commence, and come to simply know. To plant your dreams and slumber as they grow.
Feb 27, 2019
Feb 27, 2019 at 12:23 AM UTC
For it is but a divine awakening in an utterly surreal sense. Linings of reams of pages of books awfully dense . Only to assuage ones subconscious from the pendeleum and pit in which we call being atop a fence. Dearly so one must come to terms as they are alligned in such a fastidious row. The task at hand we shall commence, and come to simply know. To plant your dreams and slumber as they grow.