A x-mas lit path
Don’t want to live in a sugarcoated illusion with a shiny metallic exterior.
Am so incorrigibly sick of those tedious excursions. Timetravels back to namby-pamby frills and distractions.
A glittering frosty giggling x-mas lit path.
Have some shallow shit and that’s that.
Give me a bloodpudding with worms in it for x-mas.
Implement a walkthrough in a snow rich winter with glass splinter.
She walked out of the habitation with a navigator.
I don’t know where she went.
Still able to exist even though severely computerized
with a hardware installed in her brain now
and an odd rigid gaze because of plasma screening lenses
as replacement for eyes.