Flapjack wrote:I think I'm falling in love with you Dioxippuss
Flapjack wrote:The sky's an iron hull: the bottom of a boat turned over, up-side-down, over-flowed, and sinking under. The sky is old, and rusted; arcing like a dull scythe, reared back on its heel. The sky falls down: it crashes, headlong, like a tidal wave; cresting up, sea-green, mudded with clouds, swept from the dirt, swooping over-and-under, blackening the Earth, and swallowing the horizon. The sky has teeth: hooked fangs, anchored in hollows, piercing the dark; whirling up the ridges, winding down the gullet, in the mouth of a leech.
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