Pseudopoetry Histoires

"The crests of the crimson sea crackled down upon the contours of the shore, That moment they came crawling from that priestly jaw, With their tentacles hlopping away from the floor as the crusty old dough fell from the tinned rim lined thinly with blinkers. These were them, though we knew not what that moment: The Pastrachai; Here to mend our mouldy minds."

Pre tých, ktorí sa snažia tváriť, že je všetko super, krásne, slniečkové...ale vo vnútri dusia svoju bolesť. Tú bolesť, o ktorej nechcú aby niekto tušil...

Dziendobry. Enjoy here

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WASUREMONO 忘れ物 (n) Japanese >> forgotten or lost things; an item left behind on a train or forgotten at home << ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ One-shots, bonus chapters, poems? and hopefully where my writing improves lmao.

poetry, my pseudo poetry. scifi fantasy poetic poops.