I do think to put astray the common of people, put down the ritual of the majority oblivios to their own march. The people, or drones one might put name onto, march the same no day different than the latter or former. There is not but a sly thought to this new world to take the scenic route, there is no time for it, not the least patience for it and certainly there is no scenic route. Blank, yet filled this world is. Bland.
All Writing.Com images are copyrighted and may not be copied / modified in any way. All other brand names & trademarks are owned by their respective companies.
Generated in 0.06 seconds at 5:10pm on Nov 21, 2024 via server WEBX1.