Through the barriers you came, pulsing as you unraveled gracefully with no definement of shape. Outwardly you pushed and all succumb, all lay gleefully weeping as the world was defiled (released) and time became nothing more than a gentle hum; easily embraced, an echoed movement. 26 more words
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To quote one of my favorite English authors, PG Wodehouse, I’m “really in the soup now”, Jeeves old boy.
It started out innocently enough:
I went for a walk. 750 more words