Post by coliae on Jul 9, 2006 18:20:16 GMT -5
the ghost whispers Coliae [name]
the devils cry Col [nickname]
the fingers count Four [age]
the artist paints Grey skin
the blood churns Jezebel [gender]
the demons splatter Hybrid [breed]
the mountain is measured 16.0 [hight]
the drums beats Thestrial [alliance]
the novel tells Nothing [past]
and hell begins to start
the book writes;
I sauntered blankly into the geography, my dream pan holding a cold expression in it's creases. My lengthy extensions tangoed with my threads, the zephyr creating the music. My side burn waited for a partner on the dance floor but could find nothing but my crane, no settle was made between them. I let out a long screech, almost as one of an owl, I was alone...so alone
Every now and then I had thought, 'Breathing is Overrated,' but lately I'd been thinking. 'What if, I resided one day. One day to a landscape that I could call home.' Ah, screw my brain. I never did me any good in the first place. My threads swiped over my quarters, almost as a dip in the tango... a twirl in the scene... a breath not taken... Breathing Is O V E R R A T E D [example]
eep, picture coming soon. would someone bother telling me the difference of darks and thestrials? My thinker is in the repair shop... xp
the devils cry Col [nickname]
the fingers count Four [age]
the artist paints Grey skin
the blood churns Jezebel [gender]
the demons splatter Hybrid [breed]
the mountain is measured 16.0 [hight]
the drums beats Thestrial [alliance]
the novel tells Nothing [past]
and hell begins to start
the book writes;
I sauntered blankly into the geography, my dream pan holding a cold expression in it's creases. My lengthy extensions tangoed with my threads, the zephyr creating the music. My side burn waited for a partner on the dance floor but could find nothing but my crane, no settle was made between them. I let out a long screech, almost as one of an owl, I was alone...so alone
Every now and then I had thought, 'Breathing is Overrated,' but lately I'd been thinking. 'What if, I resided one day. One day to a landscape that I could call home.' Ah, screw my brain. I never did me any good in the first place. My threads swiped over my quarters, almost as a dip in the tango... a twirl in the scene... a breath not taken... Breathing Is O V E R R A T E D [example]
eep, picture coming soon. would someone bother telling me the difference of darks and thestrials? My thinker is in the repair shop... xp
