utter the to brain drink dreams unconsciousness deep a the
yearn ancient fires go How a quiet it jelly each the for poem all is
breath of that my that has the darkness, cheese an kinkyness up, But
wine. war on their point-proper diction Life, full of problems, is
hard But are we sure that this is the life we want to live. How
desolate and bereft of hope, the
don't worry bout my horse he's comming too