Posted By: Pandora
Taking flight - 06/25/17 05:27 PM
One afternoon as I lay in my coffin, chaos wanted to erupt. The day was sub par; rotten, really. A thousand pipers, all wanting burgoo served to them. I had no imprimatur, keystrokes could not be made. It was time for another onslaught of the area gleaming with dew. I decided to bellow loudly, wrenching my voice, but the customer lingered anyway. I hopped in a rickshaw, keeping my head hidden from probing eyes. I still had a hold over you, but I had no regrets. I used to do some flimflam in good times. People are very gullible, they believe all kinds of malarkey. It was time to swiftly depart - ridges of danger emanated before it all exploded like a powder puff in the wind.
