Billiamme

Smoggy w/ a Chance of Fiery Death My teeth are swords! My claws are spears! My wings are a hurricane! the moon in the sky is an eye in a river it sees sliding by or a skunk in the trunk of a cinnamon tree he sd, we can't stop here, who's stopping ? Never tell a tale that it's over or make it so tall that it shivers and makes of itself an emblem of dynamization in closed-eyed visions of ere and then and when when timeternity's chains wheels seeds and gears grind in black opaque revolve and winds wind revolving the sky in the river a wing or a tail or a claw or an eye by its shine and colour you see it's a thing for scrying he sd, who are yo