there's no better thing than this. no idle-free time to muffle my laziness. it's for the good of the land. my land.
my land is purple with christmas shoved in its face. my land can build suspension bridges with delicate fingers on poised knees while brewing time's most unimaginable cup of coffee. it never cools but spreads through and litters the earth with electrolyte greenery full of brilliant blooms of velvet carpet. all the while oceans scream passionate love ballads to tiny pebbles just out of reach.
leaves forever in transition and sprinkled with sugar yield coffee droplets ready for perfect consumption. branches like the oldest sofas waiting for nap nappington to nestle sweetly among ludvig van winds and maidens hair skies.
my land is purple with christmas shoved in its face. my land can build suspension bridges with delicate fingers on poised knees while brewing time's most unimaginable cup of coffee. it never cools but spreads through and litters the earth with electrolyte greenery full of brilliant blooms of velvet carpet. all the while oceans scream passionate love ballads to tiny pebbles just out of reach.
leaves forever in transition and sprinkled with sugar yield coffee droplets ready for perfect consumption. branches like the oldest sofas waiting for nap nappington to nestle sweetly among ludvig van winds and maidens hair skies.
