foothbory from glooded abandishow by ANAZANAUT
The initial shock caused me to shut down heavy. Suffice it to say that the events sent ripples again and kicked the behaviour which continued to precipitate the situation. It ended where I exist after being myself, which was always the point. Can’t anything appropriate stop what we tried? It was creative and had previously been enjoyed, but you decided we’d had enough happiness, so I quietly left. However it ended, the alterations took over and shot me with manifestations of the monkey. Passing it by each person, things that had needed to become significant found their source rejected. How the deal was struck meant the terms of time were cool and the communication was off. I knew that anything terrible was my job and that the environment had subsequently given over too much for anyone to feel remorse. The proverbial host, in retrospect, recounted years of hostility that had expressed a resume of abuse. He still hasn’t noticed that we have completely expressed that, as a “friend”, impressions last a lifetime and we still can’t talk about it.
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| 7. | foothbory | 8:00 |
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Walking with the broken rocks upon the heaving thrust of mountain echoes, movement becomes challenged. Something may have taken hold here, but its residue has since faded into the dust of winds long blown away. Though memory shards crack and splinter through the ice age history once foretold, there are now no more than fragments upon a beach receding beyond the breaking waves.