The Nine Planes of Parsnip: Distraction
I scent a sound that echoes, now, and ringing in my ear, does beckon my heart closer, though with yearning and with fear. I AM NO ULYSSES! I love no mast!
I scent a sound that echoes, now, and ringing in my ear, does beckon my heart closer, though with yearning and with fear. I AM NO ULYSSES!
I love no mast!
a . Where Shadows Lie b . From Astral Planes g . Wrapped in Writhing Hair d . Tentativity e . Scalding, Crimson Thrusts z . Innuendo h . Firebrand
© 2001 by The Brainmole, Curator of the Forbidden Parsnip and Traveler of the Nine Planes