Gallery/weird
A fragment of the Garden of Remembering
Soaring over the oceans of memory or some such crap, the past forget the future.
Then we sisters four devoured the world or some such crap and all was shiny. Very, very shiny.
On the plains of sorrow or some such crap something found was then yet lost.
With wings, wings, winds, only more wings or some such crap. It's wings.
The wings are sideways on the winds of paint, or some such crap. Yes, you read that right. Paint.
We have a spoon and with it we shall spoon the world, or some such crap, while the world watches on.
Seriously.
Or some such crap.
