Bah bah bah
Join in mother fucker. Times go one and the wheel turns and I feel immense pleasure in loss and earth and moving forward every time. Let it fucking go! Yeah... Okay next time I will be more articulate I promise.
The spandrils of magic that weave or fragile control into a tapestry of life and Godly amusement are embelished in knots. Little knots hiding in the fabric. Tangled knots making a gnarled mess for anyone with the heartwill to fight them. Tight knots of indestructible build. Loose knots that can be unweaved. Those knots are what I write about.
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