Soon one of the Saints will lose all their fur~

Another green one, weehee~

Where doorways with no doors stage a ballet of leaves --
Who pirouette in the footsteps of once glorious days • • •

And in time you're gonna find yourself ensnared in your own self absorption!

Only crazy people look up at the sky and say "Ohh, isn't it beautiful!"

Hmmmm. I feel a drift.