As the crone stretches her arms out she smacks her lips together. She feels the aches and pains in each joint and studies the etched lines in her skin
I had no idea the price of a life nor how wrong I was, for I did not see the Nazgul in its true form, to the point where I wished for death
I’d like to have it tied to the trunk as something I happen to gaze at in my rear view mirror while I extend the middle finger.
A few tidbits and observations on those “Group Rides”
I am an overall metamorphic blob of the feel-skees.
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Let me tell you this; the heart is a fickle ally.