A Days Shadow
The days to follow:
He outstretched his hands in due grace should he be so inclined to walk into a world filled with salom hatered,
" I will gather my bricks and scrape the ground I walk on" he murmered. The ground was cold and frozen by legions of absurb triangular reflections. His sister voice cackled in the moonlight, " I wanted to ask just how you gots a-bout the cottage?"
His mind set back and sparked by totaletrian thought he barked an out cry of gasps. He still intrusted his thoughts towards something deeper, "My mind doth'e play tricks on me Emilly Jean, how about those tricks you played in the parlor with sam Uncle, the Jesuit man?'
She set back he drink of rum and orange just as if to further the conversation, yet her fingers glistened the jar of beads that rapped around the tables clothe.
"would not one want for know asking, I would gather all the fields to play game, your father has been touching his asses, and mine was filled for jelly and prim' rose, the scent I have yet to musster, I can simply ask that the primary objective of your conversation is in the heart of what ya waz, and apple in the core of a dead mans branch." her chuckles between the conversation made things tolerable, but still the plight of his justifications were not at rest.
"I can see kindle in the fame of a moth!" he procalaimed, and with this he pulled out his black eye, like a marble in a sand storm, "I had went down to town and miles length and sked towards to see the major, Huckabee, if I could do bardon with my lesser ways." a true thought I would see lengthwise, yet to my notice a figurine climbed through the ways I had come to being, thrice I walked on the stone triology of mankind and thrice had arisen the daughter child, "Ellie", "Ellie", give us our goose child. Doors and windows all churned and the harper gathered his moss from a lonesome stone, I did not know to find such a pretty landscape in the eyes of my new born light. The situation is delerious. The green light bounced over the locked the door and the professor seemed to yelp, "I have only three locks, one for each of the better tastes, A ltach for the good, A latch for the bad, A locket for the mind, O-breathin my hatered for the minds lesser taste." The mayors assitant Townsbee entered the room with drinks in hand, " perhaps the liquior can britten the hirozens of this situation, the doc. sure due put a grip on thigns yet carried, or seperated in his ways."
At that moment there was jump in the breeze and the lone figure of Ellie emerged into the lights eye, "it is I , It is Eye, filled with a prosperity, I can only feel the tingle under the crutch of my button, my thighs although filled with butter sweat likes, and pale thigh, can glisten to likes of any man come dothe wanted, simply feel my subtle nipple under the breath, and the dew will drop from thine tongue into my loving hearts grave."
This was not the first attempt at Ellie to try and persuade the mayor or the doctor into her arms, she was constantly at arms reached betwwen whom she wanted the most. The doctor quiezzed his own sent of want, but turned away, he could no longer fathome a women in the hands of an agel or for that matter a child of innocene. These were the prolonged ephagies or days in which I saw the guilt in my own eyees and pledged towards the hands of whta I would affirm as human nature.
Ellie took to the top of her lungs a surrounding last cry, " I am masked by the maker, and given over to any claim, The Dark Craine has lifted it's wing."
"It is with that sis that I am at a loss for the events at the cottage, for whenever I venture to look in the mirror I still see the twisted remains of what I once considered a gratitude of life!"
Domes of shelter
MVD
Marvin VanDam
02-28-2009
He outstretched his hands in due grace should he be so inclined to walk into a world filled with salom hatered,
" I will gather my bricks and scrape the ground I walk on" he murmered. The ground was cold and frozen by legions of absurb triangular reflections. His sister voice cackled in the moonlight, " I wanted to ask just how you gots a-bout the cottage?"
His mind set back and sparked by totaletrian thought he barked an out cry of gasps. He still intrusted his thoughts towards something deeper, "My mind doth'e play tricks on me Emilly Jean, how about those tricks you played in the parlor with sam Uncle, the Jesuit man?'
She set back he drink of rum and orange just as if to further the conversation, yet her fingers glistened the jar of beads that rapped around the tables clothe.
"would not one want for know asking, I would gather all the fields to play game, your father has been touching his asses, and mine was filled for jelly and prim' rose, the scent I have yet to musster, I can simply ask that the primary objective of your conversation is in the heart of what ya waz, and apple in the core of a dead mans branch." her chuckles between the conversation made things tolerable, but still the plight of his justifications were not at rest.
"I can see kindle in the fame of a moth!" he procalaimed, and with this he pulled out his black eye, like a marble in a sand storm, "I had went down to town and miles length and sked towards to see the major, Huckabee, if I could do bardon with my lesser ways." a true thought I would see lengthwise, yet to my notice a figurine climbed through the ways I had come to being, thrice I walked on the stone triology of mankind and thrice had arisen the daughter child, "Ellie", "Ellie", give us our goose child. Doors and windows all churned and the harper gathered his moss from a lonesome stone, I did not know to find such a pretty landscape in the eyes of my new born light. The situation is delerious. The green light bounced over the locked the door and the professor seemed to yelp, "I have only three locks, one for each of the better tastes, A ltach for the good, A latch for the bad, A locket for the mind, O-breathin my hatered for the minds lesser taste." The mayors assitant Townsbee entered the room with drinks in hand, " perhaps the liquior can britten the hirozens of this situation, the doc. sure due put a grip on thigns yet carried, or seperated in his ways."
At that moment there was jump in the breeze and the lone figure of Ellie emerged into the lights eye, "it is I , It is Eye, filled with a prosperity, I can only feel the tingle under the crutch of my button, my thighs although filled with butter sweat likes, and pale thigh, can glisten to likes of any man come dothe wanted, simply feel my subtle nipple under the breath, and the dew will drop from thine tongue into my loving hearts grave."
This was not the first attempt at Ellie to try and persuade the mayor or the doctor into her arms, she was constantly at arms reached betwwen whom she wanted the most. The doctor quiezzed his own sent of want, but turned away, he could no longer fathome a women in the hands of an agel or for that matter a child of innocene. These were the prolonged ephagies or days in which I saw the guilt in my own eyees and pledged towards the hands of whta I would affirm as human nature.
Ellie took to the top of her lungs a surrounding last cry, " I am masked by the maker, and given over to any claim, The Dark Craine has lifted it's wing."
"It is with that sis that I am at a loss for the events at the cottage, for whenever I venture to look in the mirror I still see the twisted remains of what I once considered a gratitude of life!"
Domes of shelter
MVD
Marvin VanDam
02-28-2009