The islanders never needed to want, when times were tough their shaman knew the secrets to call out to the dolphins and the dolphins would give themselves up to the beachhead and his bidding and the feast would happen as planned.
Funny how lately the flow is drawing him to the beach all the same as per my bidding.
And I’ve barely begun to call out.
Not the deepest lyrics ever, but I’m still giggling over this: “What the fuck are you doing down there?” Oh, memories. Awful, […]
Well, after finally figuring out the right strap length or my guitar (namely, the longest possible, via trial and error in figuring […]
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Sitting and waiting for the blackening to take its course. Venom leeches out to the surface to flake off the right side, […]
