Candid Corvid Productions

“How di I go home?

Ye-hes…

‘home'”

“Of character.”

“Watch them run as the gauntlet brands.”

“Of foam pad, and the floor is still hard.”

“I almost lost my wolf to a prolonged seizure today from a new brand of flea killer promoted by a shelter that I applied last night.

And then in the emergency management, a glass bowl shattered into hundreds of pieces from on top of my cat’s kennel onto the floor.

And as I kept petting my wolf’s stiff and twitching body, calling her back to me and trying to soothe her spasms, glass cut into my leg – exacting another blood price.

Yesterday’s snick bit was in the garden.

To pass through the gates of transition between realms, I guess the guardians must get a taste of it.”

“The house clicked and popped loudly last night in ways that I have not remembered.

Perhaps internal air flow pressure expands differently as a structure become more and more empty.”

“Huge Gerber-type, deep maroon cut daisies seemed to be the perfect ward for negative encroachments attempting to take advantage of dismantling dissolutions.”

“This house that has been our home begins to unwind its tendrils from my attachment, pretendinng tto indifferently release.”

“I shall collapse like too warm jello.”

“Are expensive!”