Falmes catching up to you eh? Shouldn't have eaten that triple decker chilli dog. You're going to need a stomache pump. Anyhoo, on with buisness.
Whisper, whisper in the dark. To hear the sounds of the midnight lark. She's calling, calling, calling me. To fly the night away and free.
Here was once the wide vast kingdom. Where Tannak sat upon the throne. Here stood and here fought them. Off and off, down there alone. But as brave the knights. As bold their brass. Nothing good can ever last. For Murphy's Law is quite attached. To any insidious plot ever hatched.
Whisper, whisper in the dark. To hear the sounds of the midnight lark. She's calling, calling, calling me. To fly the night away and free.
Here she be gents, the last of the last in all her glory. Not to pretty es she? Though es is a purposful typo, I do not exspect you to think otherwise. Or lest the monster awake inside to find you still sleeping in front of the ire. Crazy as always.
-Angela
Kalienne · Fri Aug 12, 2005 @ 05:32pm · 0 Comments |