I know I’m a rock and a stable foundation, but as of late mental erosion, and people in the forms of chisels have been eating away at me. I try to fasten life lines but the knots don’t hold. But dot worry about me falling, for when I do the ground will shake for miles and begin to sever and all those motherless bastards will come toppling down with me. Go ahead, keep on swinging
This is a nautilus. And I want one more that any animal…elephants aside
