I am watched, I see an owl in a tree, seems so wild on a cord as eyes widen, to stretch its boney beak, and shriek over my head, I run, and it follows as the venom of the ivy gets to my legs, I slip and fall, the owl is gone, but there is much time for suffering, as my sensitive skin knows.

Fighters action is to win. Ukraine is amazing.

The Tall Thin came to the door and peered through, passing his eyes across the room, expected the doors to swing wide open and the stage to light up, heard a dog wimper.

Every thorn can die.

How to be yourself next year.

Don't wait till its over, watch them first, you are the sheep, you can take anything, anything all.

War at home dear?

Loops that spin with machine learning..

Calling all angels.

Imagine sudden massive change yet again.

If the ship goes down.