As bird pastures roam the infinite abyss, the johns of the world gather in Sweden to celebrate Christmas once more. It is tragic how many eaters have been massacred by the roaming leprechauns as they prowl across the waterfall plain.
Every cloud is harnessable, but the earth’s grass is tyrannically overused. As the sun sets on Romania, birch trees turn blue as the ocean mist envelops them in red. In the green land of forest, my stupid ass rabbit has begun a journey toward alvarion beginning with the rock of hope.