..::Draczilla's Dull Dialog of Demented Debauchery::..

So I will treat this as my old new blog from now on... I got shit in my in heart and word that need to come out. As I sit and feel treathened by the clouds lifting and new light shining in, I can see the sun beaming onto one particular tree in the neighbors yard. Yet, I think about the blue spots dispersed among the grey. Where the mist no longer controls the mood of my mind, and I can see the the familiar breaking of photons turning the sky blue. Blue skies sorta force upon us a benevolent feeling, blue means action... grey means dwell. Blue demands go, mist insist 'no'.