Half-man half-anamorphic,
forestry probed force-felt visual orchestras,
the shaman praising shy guy rain dancing naturalist in synch with praying mantis',
sun shower,
befogged necromancers' seeking gypsies within the whims of ruins harboring shattered dreams,
glimpses of glitching flashing whimsical rotting prancing jolly hollow rotten trees,
fight, flight or plight?
striving might righteousness.
tis acidic,
ph breeds hp,
nano physic psyche,
psionic microbe splitter,
ashes exhume through the voice of instrument,
grazing off of space grass whilst emitting optic beam blast,
I infinite plastered.
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Author:
Zapatron (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: June 9th, 2018 06:42
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Comments2
Erm, yes, he sounds 'plastered'. What's eh up to with all this stuff?! And why is he mucking about with rotten trees? heehee.
You know Orchi....... remember all those battle rotten trees in 1066? You needed a good mug of grog after that!
As there are rotten trees, there are trees that weave life! Thank you for the read!
Not sure I entirely understand this but like it nonetheless...... especially the title! That really got me.........
Much appreciated! Thank you for your read!
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