July 2011
29 posts
I WAS having a good day. Thanks.
The shores of the infinite massing engery strook a bitter sound, a faint quiver of unforseen rage. In the hands of mighty intelligence, those uncontrolable winds, graping the sweat of the void, sweeping suns and gods like passing dust. Seeking for a vessel to understand with, bound by flesh and linear thought. Ageless, formed from the whisp of a divine sea and the blood of the earth.
