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I start off by descending in to the calm ocean....
The surface of the water is undisturbed and looks inviting. The concordant heat rays of the sun feel like they are calmly, effortlessly shifting me into the water. I come so close to the surface, I can see my aquatic reflection. I pause, hovering above the water as if gravity teasing me. But soon enough I am swallowed by the blue ripples and emerge into the underwater kingdom.
Consumed by the nautical vaults of absolute life. No way is there anything that comes close to the ocean. It is a literal gene pool. Star-fish scales and sardine produce, stain me. Glued to the manifestations of the aztec pottery. You see it from space and are amazed it's stuck down onto the planet with blue-tac.
The sheer bio-mass volume of Mr. Sun's gravitational sunglasses glisten through and penetrate a sea-serpents nuptuils. A sunburnt cockney marlin strobes past with a "I've been done by Mr. Sun" souvenir T-shirt.
A humble grey whale swoons under the spotlight. It gives a tincy wincy little look in the direction of your conscious self and suddenly focuses on it's path again. Graciousness personified. It commands respect from the school of shrimp. Most of the interval rock surface cerebral gland all look in it's direction. It knows how important it is to the inhabitants.
It is completely different under the surface. A Metropolis of marine life dominate the vastness and motor neurones of the crowds of nutrients. Fish of all colours and shapes swim before me. Often winking at me. Mesmerising like a fluttering rainbow. The fish are not just there completing the chain of life, being residents to the ocean but are slaves to it. There is no way out. They must learn to respect the tidal currents. Changes in weather. It gives them a home and also death. In abundance.
Help me someone
The surface of the water is undisturbed and looks inviting. The concordant heat rays of the sun feel like they are calmly, effortlessly shifting me into the water. I come so close to the surface, I can see my aquatic reflection. I pause, hovering above the water as if gravity teasing me. But soon enough I am swallowed by the blue ripples and emerge into the underwater kingdom.
Consumed by the nautical vaults of absolute life. No way is there anything that comes close to the ocean. It is a literal gene pool. Star-fish scales and sardine produce, stain me. Glued to the manifestations of the aztec pottery. You see it from space and are amazed it's stuck down onto the planet with blue-tac.
The sheer bio-mass volume of Mr. Sun's gravitational sunglasses glisten through and penetrate a sea-serpents nuptuils. A sunburnt cockney marlin strobes past with a "I've been done by Mr. Sun" souvenir T-shirt.
A humble grey whale swoons under the spotlight. It gives a tincy wincy little look in the direction of your conscious self and suddenly focuses on it's path again. Graciousness personified. It commands respect from the school of shrimp. Most of the interval rock surface cerebral gland all look in it's direction. It knows how important it is to the inhabitants.
It is completely different under the surface. A Metropolis of marine life dominate the vastness and motor neurones of the crowds of nutrients. Fish of all colours and shapes swim before me. Often winking at me. Mesmerising like a fluttering rainbow. The fish are not just there completing the chain of life, being residents to the ocean but are slaves to it. There is no way out. They must learn to respect the tidal currents. Changes in weather. It gives them a home and also death. In abundance.
Help me someone
I see. I'll hold the fort in the meantime.
And I hope I get a mention in it.
then it will be trully orgasmic
And I hope I get a mention in it.
then it will be trully orgasmic
Yeah, I'll knock something up.
Then I may write something (a-bbom-boom-tish).
And I'm currently working on The Jeebus Chronicles
Which should be orgasmic.
Then I may write something (a-bbom-boom-tish).
And I'm currently working on The Jeebus Chronicles
Which should be orgasmic.
Just another bored sunday.
And I'd rather have topics like these.
Go on you know you wanna write somethin for little old me.
And maybe tomorow, it'll just be about the stories.
And I'd rather have topics like these.
Go on you know you wanna write somethin for little old me.
And maybe tomorow, it'll just be about the stories.
Now you're just trying to confuse FF on purpose.
It's rather fun.
"MMNNNARRGHH! IT MAKE NO SENSE! MNNEAAARGRGHH!"
etc.
*cheerleads*
It's rather fun.
"MMNNNARRGHH! IT MAKE NO SENSE! MNNEAAARGRGHH!"
etc.
*cheerleads*
And if anybody asks, I'm accerating the arms-race to such a degree, that it will end.
A bit like Reagen.
A bit like Reagen.
I start off by descending in to the calm ocean....
The surface of the water is undisturbed and looks inviting. The concordant heat rays of the sun feel like they are calmly, effortlessly shifting me into the water. I come so close to the surface, I can see my aquatic reflection. I pause, hovering above the water as if gravity teasing me. But soon enough I am swallowed by the blue ripples and emerge into the underwater kingdom.
Consumed by the nautical vaults of absolute life. No way is there anything that comes close to the ocean. It is a literal gene pool. Star-fish scales and sardine produce, stain me. Glued to the manifestations of the aztec pottery. You see it from space and are amazed it's stuck down onto the planet with blue-tac.
The sheer bio-mass volume of Mr. Sun's gravitational sunglasses glisten through and penetrate a sea-serpents nuptuils. A sunburnt cockney marlin strobes past with a "I've been done by Mr. Sun" souvenir T-shirt.
A humble grey whale swoons under the spotlight. It gives a tincy wincy little look in the direction of your conscious self and suddenly focuses on it's path again. Graciousness personified. It commands respect from the school of shrimp. Most of the interval rock surface cerebral gland all look in it's direction. It knows how important it is to the inhabitants.
It is completely different under the surface. A Metropolis of marine life dominate the vastness and motor neurones of the crowds of nutrients. Fish of all colours and shapes swim before me. Often winking at me. Mesmerising like a fluttering rainbow. The fish are not just there completing the chain of life, being residents to the ocean but are slaves to it. There is no way out. They must learn to respect the tidal currents. Changes in weather. It gives them a home and also death. In abundance.
Help me someone
The surface of the water is undisturbed and looks inviting. The concordant heat rays of the sun feel like they are calmly, effortlessly shifting me into the water. I come so close to the surface, I can see my aquatic reflection. I pause, hovering above the water as if gravity teasing me. But soon enough I am swallowed by the blue ripples and emerge into the underwater kingdom.
Consumed by the nautical vaults of absolute life. No way is there anything that comes close to the ocean. It is a literal gene pool. Star-fish scales and sardine produce, stain me. Glued to the manifestations of the aztec pottery. You see it from space and are amazed it's stuck down onto the planet with blue-tac.
The sheer bio-mass volume of Mr. Sun's gravitational sunglasses glisten through and penetrate a sea-serpents nuptuils. A sunburnt cockney marlin strobes past with a "I've been done by Mr. Sun" souvenir T-shirt.
A humble grey whale swoons under the spotlight. It gives a tincy wincy little look in the direction of your conscious self and suddenly focuses on it's path again. Graciousness personified. It commands respect from the school of shrimp. Most of the interval rock surface cerebral gland all look in it's direction. It knows how important it is to the inhabitants.
It is completely different under the surface. A Metropolis of marine life dominate the vastness and motor neurones of the crowds of nutrients. Fish of all colours and shapes swim before me. Often winking at me. Mesmerising like a fluttering rainbow. The fish are not just there completing the chain of life, being residents to the ocean but are slaves to it. There is no way out. They must learn to respect the tidal currents. Changes in weather. It gives them a home and also death. In abundance.
Help me someone