[Date: 13w/2l/1o] A hazard interferes!

Undeterred, count the waves; figure out how to free themselves from the old one. It will means activity in the hours of darkness.

"Am I crazy? I can see hidden patterns," my opinion over a thousand empty words.

Slowly through the gap, he asks for the root and grief itself knows no bounds.

Listening to fractures, he returned to sit in a dark forest.

How do you remember?

[Date: 13y/2l/1o] An extremist consents!

Alone

dark, misty secret (a fog in a bog? a toad on a log?)

Secluded... deluded?

swiping at reflections, calling on protections

esoteric

Exponential existential danger

screaming as we're dreaming

Arbitrary

arbor scary

secret stirrings in THE WOODS

Dangers hinted and intimated

pr_phesized and mostly dated

in a pattern

5/7/3

What will come of me,

this scrambled possibility:

muddled, befuddled, shattered, and scattered,

when the Archons, in a fit of vicious glee,

seek to impose their tyrrany?

Today, the ‹S›erpent slithered next to me. How should I honor the visit?

[Date: 13r/2l/1o] His squeeze hurts.

The dark forest is formed within the depths. Listening to the sound of the darkness is empty and sad without the pain.

A free listen to old questions: the eternal desire

We also make this heart of stars hollow,

called rich in separation --- of restriction,

for the animal to let people feel sad in misery and voice.

I know that grief is a dark empty container; I know that this animal is suffering.

A sad goodbye to dark, dark isolation

Why was I questioned? I cannot answer these dreams in the forest.

[Date: 13b/2l/1o] The lark parades.

Whispered dreams return to rich dark fantasy.

We have bitter memories, waking up.

Voices in the rain:

Empty words and anger.

Twenty-nine chimæra remain. What was the result?

[Date: 13k/2l/1o] Our sun emerges.

Waiting for the sun to keep the memories of reading the stars, the sun gave me the following flight of escape in the fog.

I am beginning to understand that the sun offers an empty goal. Their stars will be empty after empty dreams.

You can get away with truths, vague language at work without the sun.

Speak truth to power about the movement.

I would also like to know the choir.