The Ward's tea party consists of it'symphaty. The Lord's theoretical calling is it's Vocabular Vocation for which there is no vacation. Questions arose from the dust rissen with Simplicity for The Sake of Sanity so those could be Polited. The night is younger every time enlightenment eases it. On the 366th day of This World God made an Idea. The Idea's called Irony. God imagint it to be Morbidity of Natural Death. God darn it to have it that way. There's no such thing as Nature. Ideas which God didn't ridden himself of live but in The Shroud of Dogma which he himself continuesly embodies for The Pleasure of Quality Unknown. Only in the space for more there is space for those. That is also how mirrors have wilderness. Mirrors are things which represent space for more space. If it must wonder it shall do whatever however it pleases it'self for the purpose of Distruction of Doubts.
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| Genre | NSFWFantasyParanormal |
| Updated | Feb 12, 2023 |
| Chapters | 5 |
| Writing Status | Ongoing |
| Word Count | 709 |
