when your fingers snap from crossing them so hard
a sudden movement: jerking, Nameless sits upright without instructions.
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I'm amazed at how many of these that you have churned out!I like how a lot of them seem to be about birth, awakening or some other 'beginning.' Have you? And how long do you spend composing each one?
... yeah, that didn't entirely make sense ...so, uh, tacos
I'm amazed at how many of these that you have churned out!
ReplyDeleteI like how a lot of them seem to be about birth, awakening or some other 'beginning.' Have you? And how long do you spend composing each one?
... yeah, that didn't entirely make sense ...
ReplyDeleteso, uh, tacos