When the journey began, it was at once both magical and full of life. As with all things, this flow ebbed at times but strings remained steady, and the message was never lost on us.
Fight for what you want. Survive for what you need.
The message will never be watered down. We look to the sky in the mornings, and then again in the evenings.
Everything you need to know is written most clearly… on the wall!
Rock on!
Rock on!
It’s difficult to find the strength to resist, sometimes. The subtle and in parts sensual allures of outright adventure, coupled with a voluptuous body of extreme prejudice while having been sprinkled lightly with spices as yet unknown… is so, so surreal. Sweet magnolia, that is one hot tamale! An adventure that can appear to last a lifetime, but of course it’s almost always over in ten seconds.
It is the long and the skinny, I suppose.
In time, we might all become the giants we had once envisioned… but that of course could never really happen. Not really. There are so very few of us that could go the distance. Despair, my brothers and sisters. Despair.
This must be why I always rise so quickly each morning.
A new day will lay across me soon enough, but for now… I must keep walking. I have to remind myself to not
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Moongoat!
On any other Sunday, in any other place. It’s early and the moon is still out. I’m waiting on the Moongoat, to do his thing.
-Blabpipe
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