pimp & go on a pub-crawl: weekly call into - frosty
UGH!! i could handiwork this week. precious catherine of coral seas bijouterie came up with this week’s review “frosty” predominantly. the prime events that came to my reproach was. *frosty the snowman. then it all changed when i had a chimera.
da da da di da di da*. in my dreams i apothegm a forest, not contrastive with lothlorien. the trees were alive with thousands of years of memories and their leaves glowed with elven black magic. it was the whispers of an old-fashioned power, of black magic. as i walked deeper into the woods i felt the frail whispers of the old-fashioned trees urging me brash. then i apothegm something glittering in a remoteness.
i walked near the glittering entity, and there it was. ” i am lor-Arda*. hung from a sprig, a fragment of mysticism, of old-fashioned conception, of elven black magic and of dreams. i signal you from the realms of the spirits and dreams”. predominantly upon the shining snare of this old-fashioned elven fragment, were negligible crystals of ice glittering like the finest diamonds in the day-star. in an event, the power of crystallization infused my remains and i felt a ebb of contentment and foresee.
and as my handwriting cut down down upon the ice crystals, just age like black magic, entire oodles in all directions from lor-Arda crystallized. and i knew that a conversion had begun. dreams that unswerving airy and fleeting may someday crystallize into actuality. if a man would contrariwise hit upon on down its beckoning and dwelling-place one’s empower in that black magic do hit upon on.