This mode once dropped for weight.
When brittle fingers snapped,
Baring bones in dust.
A body encumbered, a thought frozen in freight.
Bright strengths holds it fast now,
Blasting away the wasted time.
Now old words can be spoken in new tongue,
And more songs are begging to be sung.
There's something familiar in this new rhythm.
Fresh intertia shining on steel laid green and gentil.
Generous tempo pulling steam.
Phoneme click clack running under a heart race.
Breath keeping pace.
Eyes looking straight forward.












although most pictures in your gallery don't appeal to my interest, I love your oldschool series!
I wish I could wait for more to come, but what else should you do? maybe the game consoles to the controller?
I'd love to see more
keep it up bro
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If you have a minute or two, why don't you visit my gallery?
Every comment is greatly appreciated.
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That is a fart noise!!!1
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That tickles me in a way that, if Loretta tickled me in that way, I'd say, "yeah, that's nice."
Thank you!
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