Awakened And Snatched From The Slumber Of The Mundane
Once again awakened and snatched from the slumber of the mundane by sweet music of the visiting Ambassadors of my time. Please take heed, a realm that can never be caught by the lowly of heart or spirit, but I dare not stipulate by whom, less by indulging l am perverted. My job? I scour to find, but I instead discover a painted borrar. When because of this, forgetting is not enough. I close my eyes tightly to forget the seen, only to close once more to forget again, to be awakened and snatched from the recurrent slumber of the mundane by the sweet music of the visiting Ambassadors of my time.
Trackback from your site.