"i'll like a drop of rainwater refracting light...
and a dash of illumination across the endless dark too."

Wednesday, March 9, 2011

caching of the witty vibrassie,
heads notched on a starboard.
the witty vibrasse swayed,
back down, a trickling sensation entailed curtailment,
as the mob of the hollow tribe embarked on the quest for the crystal of nothingness,
so did missings of the endearing misgivings ensued.