My Words Are As Follows: Granular, Architect, Scanner, Gelatinous, Morbid, Organization, Trailblazing,

my words are as follows: granular, architect, scanner, gelatinous, morbid, organization, trailblazing, dormitory, repugnant, yellow, president, and shallot

Here before you stands our Architect, Renowned for his wit and humor, Appointed originally by the President of another territory, He constructed the garden we current stand in. Oh how beautiful the flora used to be, Scanned for perfection, Cultivated with lack of modesty. How it curled and weaved around the granular pillars. Now it is all yellow. Wilted and repugnant, Soon the Spring shall restore it. Nevertheless, Our Architect here! Call him Jeremy, May he serve you throughout your trailblazing! I’m aware your organization does not remain in one location for long,  But he can construct vast schemes with his morbidity. Sculpted by hand, Sent from dreams of the God’s own making. His latest vision spoke of a flurry of shallots raining from the skies above, Taking root in his past dormitory, Making for a special ingredient within his morning gelatin. Yes, Our Architect too can construct amazing dishes. May his many talents be of use for your conquest.

Yikes

As a consequence of these monstrous tendencies, Everything I do shall be regretful, For they cannot see me. That sorrow expressed the other day has become a shit-eating grin. Which is real?   I couldn't say.

I’m not high I promise :^)

Lost and Lost once more

A relic of the past, Entrusted to myself but forgotten. A silver bracelet, Floral patterned and just the right size to slip a hand through. When worn it gave off the sensation of a person long forgotten. The person unknown, But a gift all my own. I spun it along my fingers, Twisting it and wondering from whom it was. Without thinking I grasped the edges and pulled. A dull creak resounded, Stirring the primordial darkness within the object. I pulled harder, Bending the bangle until it curved and groaned. Folded into a shape I could not wear, Bent until it snapped, Fractured into insignificant, Sharp objects. And then they burned. The embers melding together into an abomination, My hands destroying the history and memory of a person I did not know.

seATtle :)

There is no end in sight.