Pnuggle
Well-Known Member
"Never a man with lung in trust to breathe by could ever trust the unwavering displaced taste of hatred looming in the air.
When he himself knows of no other space to swallow him than that of distrust in endeavor and love let him resume his angry agenda.
Forth marching in strife and exhaustion, bent on cunning boyish love and mannish love, blinking always half a wink of his lover. Even the Great lights of Aurora Borealis would not shake his squinty content."
When he himself knows of no other space to swallow him than that of distrust in endeavor and love let him resume his angry agenda.
Forth marching in strife and exhaustion, bent on cunning boyish love and mannish love, blinking always half a wink of his lover. Even the Great lights of Aurora Borealis would not shake his squinty content."
