Catalogues From the Red Queen's Favored Pawnnow give me some inspiration or something
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12.29.2k7three days have passed and not an utterance ive heard the Dogs have stayed their tongues the silence consuming all thought12.29.2k7
no whimper nor snarl no yipping or bark they sit and wait for reasons i am not sure
The Dogs of Twisted Tongue not resting or wearied but calm and quiet beaded eyes scour the horizon
the setting sun stands them to guard anxiously pacing and pawing treading circles on my land unceasing until the sun breaks to dawn
amidst a revere is when i understood it all
the Dogs have nothing to howl a
by ~turkishworrell
12.21.2k7The Dogs of Twisted Tongue are on the warpath again and this time they've come with malaise to my home the pack of mangy cur sniffing and snarling scruff and tail standing tall matted fur and bloodshot eyes12.21.2k7
they are looking for a feast
for fear of disappointment i provided for each of them their weight in mutton snapping jaws lapping tongues devouring the meal
and they return each night for twelve days on to satiate their hungry bellies
on the break of the thirteenth day the muscidae arrive
destruction is imminent
by ~turkishworrell
11.08.2k7"another year wasted"11.08.2k7
she said…
another year indeed
but really, no really
what's just one more year?
its only money and time and energy and emotions and relationships and failures and promises and lies and sweat and worry and commitments and faith and dreams and fading memories and forgotten faces and ringing ears and sotted eyes and gasoline and smiles and compassion and fatigue and early mornings and broken hearts and bruises and headaches and shattered glass and black coffee and highway mile markers and green grass and cracked pave
by ~turkishworrell
Sentrinelthe gates have been opened little demons dart and dash around the periphery Rion stands on wanton guard and i proceed with caution to our mother's hanging gardens fourteen souls across the rampart they daren't scale our walls Typhon's son lays in wait to the east calling out to the gibbous moonSentrinel
Halcyon cries the "all clear"
apple blossoms in full bloom
10.16.2k7
by ~turkishworrell
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- Favourite movie: Session 9
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- Favourite genre of music: Industrial Rock/Trip Hip
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- Personal Quote: "Fuck a whole lot of that!"
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