Short And Impotent

The fun phases in and out, the black doesn’t have any kind of pattern. It simply put is, and cannot blend into any other shades. Finding out that it hadn’t been long before, the great and powerful thunderous and capable of true fear. The picture fizzles and flocked, you thought you had imagined the scheme. Little blights, it figured you’d bend to the willpower without a single tear in your eye. Strangers happening, for you could not envision this trifled mess. Taking a huge untitled risk, you found it to be short of any kind of potency.  Those blank and tireless emotions seeped through, like a skinless goat unfeathered and worn. Those noises you hear, they aren’t human and they never were before now.

Creator And Contributor- Chris Ballenger

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