Leviathan Death Smells Salty

If you cannot sleep you have to swim across the Ocean of Dreams smoke and trip upon wet seaweed taking your loved one to town the seashell sings but our human throats are too dry but we can cry we cannot sleep but a strange feeling up from the depths of the seas see -- we can surely die F ooli sh sh apes remind me of the throw down inside the bone cave of all minds. a beautiful ship should come soon; sadsadsadsadsad so finally i lost it so completely bleeding upon the white sheets of my sails. :: 10.07.2020 ::