Another Fake Flower!

Another fake flower!

Mark's Tail - an interesting little plant in three things

1. It only grows in badlands caves, requiring a very specific environment to thrive, making it incredibly rare

2. Its actually a parasitic plant, one that actually leeches off the mycelium highway that the mushrooms in the badlands grow. Because of this, its also completely leafless and albino.

3. Its bulb is commonly used as a potent tranquilizer for the majority of dangerous animals and has been rumored to be the one thing to quell werewolves' blood rage. It works on anything from angry orcs, horses, and bears.

My dad says it looks like a scorpions tail, and I think thats something interesting about it too.

The Suggestion Box

I know nothing

Destroyed by the wall

You can reach it through vines

Only a few things Far from any city

There is a desire to have.

Encourage, find ease,

Run, chase

Bring their best and race

Wander and find

Value

I feel so guilty

To do nothing

In a time of turmoil

In a time of fear

Afraid to bring something home

That will kill my mother

Yet how we wander

To store to store

I am afraid

Not of responsibility

I am afraid of action

To work, to work, to die in work

I need money to live

I am afraid to live

To leave my comfort

My home

To work in a pandemic

No one is taking seriously

What drives a fake cowboy

In a town of plastic cars

Spite, hard-headedness,

Nothing I have

Despite the plaid

Despite my birthright

So go on cowboy

Hiding at home

Afraid of the world

That doesn't need you

I am disgraceful

Wet shame rolling over

Cheeks paled from lack of sun,

Blood, and warmth

Take me home,

Its where I want to be

My bed is temporary comfort

I just want to go home

Where ever that may be

Noticeboard

Pray Posters nailed up around town

Wishing a fond farewell To the Sun

Vengeance to the Heavens Remember destiny,

To forget is weakness, To avoid is heretical

Sermon, a demand Gather at the Church

The Salvation of the Immortal Soul, Healing, Success. Pride in passing.

The Soul Angelic, Sold to God

I am going to sit in bed

Dreaming of sandwiches and quesodillas

Noodle cups and all the things

I dont have to make myself

I cant do it right now

I cant

I cant

I cant

I dont want to

Let me wallow

Work is hard

Complain complain

All I do these days is

Complain