Thursday, December 3, 2009//10:08 PM
Bon Voyage
As I gallivant across state lines this weekend, I promise not to think about work, or any thing suckfest related. I always envision writing a beautiful piece of prose before I leave for anywhere that requires a passport, but I don't have the time nor the inspiration. So this will have to do for The Prose of Proses.
Au revoir!
As the full moon hung over the sea like a ghostly galleon, with silver wisps weaving over and around the enchanting orb, the artist dreamt of a land with no sorrows- unaware that his gossamery dream mirrored that of the Fair Fleur's.