"I'm polymerized tree sap and you're an inorganic adhesive, so whatever verbal projectile you launch in my direction is reflected off of me, returns on its original trajectory and adheres to you" - Dr. Sheldon Cooper
Wednesday, November 15
goneGOINGgone
the vastness of space made insignificant by wails. speed of light slowed by the ticking life. antiseptic smell of bygone days, reeking of grief, return to ashes in a slow lambent from wicker's end
