herschallquark
interwoven.
like playing a part.
orchestrated. Fleeing a rampant land.
on fire. Flames a-blazing.
It's heavy man.
Oodles of noodles. Baked to perfection.
Nag champa burns slowly.
reminds me of yesterday's yester-years.
She dropped her baby.
I didn't see it, but I heard it.
I also heard
that you liek mudkips.
And then, everything exploded.
I love them. No matter what.
But then again, I love everything.
In a sense.
They're my relatives, yet we can't relate.
Use it as a safe-haven. But with instruments.
living down there wouldn't be a problem. I'd prefer friends to be there.
To jam of course.
Let loose.
The more dim, the better.
I'd jam in it, personally. Even share it with another.
I think pairs when I think downstairs.