Moonless Mongeese Mourn - Ch. 1 Pg. 1

To wander the halls of haunted pasts expects a degree of cellseous fitchmingling. Become a bubble and carefully explore the jagged edge of the hedgepedge without assuming the mask of fruntic misanderings. Once that is done, the popular explanation bursts into nothing. Petulant is the fragile eggshell of frozen thought. Conch the topside ones or twies and seaweed shell hippin. Consider the virulent language of pessimism and seek to eel lemonade the nasty tree salts.

When donations and window nations become the same thing, one should go after the factor which brought the converging, submerging nature of subconscious without subtracting the abstract.

It's a common phenomenon to tire choose into too many knots. Don't sample the dample example wherein lies the lies of the timble.

As above, so below the threshold of fresh-holed tunnels of reality.

One sits upon the fray momentoruly a quest beckons and begins stewple ear. Apart frompay new divine wine operflating unto revered berations, its calls to chaining stays is a thundread years sold.

Eye goggled a gaggle of spreckled fangular bee stingulars and fled the flood of seen danger. And no more safe nor wise was I when I jumped to my demise.

Playin’ in the plains of planetary exoticism refines my mendible explendible exprassion. Who could have half the double of a pear? The dubbleparity is par for the course. Once gained, twice lost and flossed out of the picture. Begin at the beginning and go backward from there, like unto a mirror you must stare. What is found at the bottom of a pondering? Expunge the water and nothing is left nor right for the latter matter.