My Diary: Planning My Day

This is my last week of forming part of the floral pattern of a plush international carpet.‭ ‬Seagulls called within the hanging bells as I trudged to the shops across the solidified lake made from facile facial expressions.‭ ‬I briefly held up the Earth while Atlas visited his mother.‭ ‬I then dug a hole in the past and buried myself in it.

Planning My Day

Planning My Day

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