KlaxonLithology

In the tomorrowland, with the scarecrow and the wanderer. Tomorrow is the day before yesterday's day after flowers bloom starkly against the bloody sky and pour rain onto the unsuspecting blending the priest into the paper as he takes a sip of cider and drips down the page wickedness abounds as the young lovers meet around the master flowers their lusty perfume clouding their senses but they don't exist they never exist they lie and they don't breath, they never learned how because no one had the time oranges blossom in the trees blissfully waiting but never seeing, never losing their colour as th