Changing seasons with reformed
faces by the workmanship of the
sun’s beating tempo. Environmental
flaws stir up turbidity in our sky, a sky
we do not worship as a god. We
model and mold the winding cranial
cords of our mind to never be
rendered hopeless. The world
stands corrected by linear lines
looped through the eyes of needles—
the same needles we once tried to
put a camel through. Yet, we keep
ourselves busy by the rushing waters
of infinite workflow that will soon
glaze our telescopic views. Please view
our newly designed home page that
has been heavily edited to now be
easily navigated for women over 45.
No veil is considered to be “dirty,” but
raw beauty that signifies innocence.
Enhancements are discouraged here in
the dunes. The trick is to make your
thoughts cloudy not your urine. If
you experience these symptoms please
visit our newly designed home page.
