And i'd been away for a while. So the dinner had gone cold and the dog was drooping. I told him to buck up. He told me to warm myself. I warned him that was not a good idea but he convinced me otherwise. And so this ec/static ban/ality drew lines of cold dancing blood from my e/yes, in a way I that I could not understand, a way that felt like liquid frozen gas shooting out, lines of shooting going O-------------U shots outward. The dog was singing towar and We Broke Hands. The blowing wind could not fix me now and I began to Sweat out the Climbing force of Klaxan all around.
There is no sun when the guard's around.