Tuesday morning rain on a Friday afternoon mocks the thick sludge of retrograde humidity remnants of Jurassic carnivores long lost to billowing funeral ashes. Bones poking up into the sky waving languidly in sullen fits of monolithic activities steaming sweat of a million voices crawling backwards into the depths. up from cerulean and down from night sky electricity flourishes in dead air circling rabid birds for carrion beady eyes aglow reflecting far off movements of last moments below.
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<3 you Princess
zoning out big-time today, everything hurts.
Telltale Games – Comics – Sam & Max (-)
An animator faces his own animation in deadly combat [flash]
