http://www.lifeisliving.org/
prolly.
(GOLDEN APPLE)
there is a place i've seen with battered trees and ever green it wait and awaits my innovations. there to play i find myself alive in sense and spectacles particle piece move and mix. there are knots and twists that bark around me, made specially for the moment, never to be seen again. there there are guardians, which watch and don't watch always near. the gnome and aurora, who i've moved to impress and left an impression on me. the gnome of course is god. i supposed the finest part is the expanse of time i've seen there. this place is made of magic. a small planetary orb which, as my own my demon hands i've split in two, between the nourished and the barren, and munched and chewed on the half that soaked saccharin sweet with syrupy bliss. the other one i left the dead. i am the unit. you is everything and those around me. we are the third, which makes third the first and second. i you we is god. this is so simplicity but aurora guided me to my wings once i found my golden apple; bashed for to sure the notion of my own and ownership. (i made a dent in it). this was my experience, genuine. allow me to reintroduce myself, my name is WL.
there goes a dragon, studded with sharp rocks, peeled from the earth inside. those are all capped with molten golden lava bakes all around its spine, dragon takes a look around. pieces of its skin fall to the ground which rocks made smashing on the packed earth the surface. black tones shining effervescence. creaks and groans the noise in chest abounds. crawls and menacing pace rip and drift into the open air and drops hang in the air like rain stalls, speckling green eyes deeply aged and creased around them, dragon skin, thick and made for godlike warlike speed and treachery. monastic. untouchable. aura aura aura aurora.
