In my case, I'd rather steal a big bag of gold, run for freedom in a epic escape to be remembered for decades, and then promptly commit suicide by leaping off a high precipice, dark night optional.![]()
Mikuru Mikuru Mikuru. These looping feelings.She hesitated for an infinite moment on the borderline between reality and dream, then stepped back, left the tavern, opened her black umbrella, and walked home with the macaw flying above her like a bizarre archangel from a calendar.
Welingddryn boots this sentence. Whoosh!
I am taking a vow of silence in commemoration. I shall never speak again on this forum unless Weliddryn appears before me by some means unknown. All on forum communications shall be ignored unless they contain 'Welingddryn boots' in the first sentence.
I dramatically depart. Like the woman in Tosca, from The Stories of Eva Luna.
Mikuru Mikuru Mikuru. These looping feelings.
Kuuuu!
Sensory evocation circling fractally expanding by culling one influence its expression can grow into another realm thus I cull unless the gold hidden within this dark cavern present itself unto my starry eyes. Wellidryn...