LOAM Minutes run backward Scatter and skedaddle Straddling midnight hell bent Back way far past the one My eyes have been kept open Past...

First fool day of April. Admittedly unsure of what to make of this. Written under the influence. No average joes allowed. Broken pieces...

The weather is finally shifting, the Summer finally coming to a close. They say it is a time of transitions, of endings and of new...