On the surface, simplicity, but the darkest pit in me is pagan poetry.

[fionafied]

My new dwelling speaks to me in moods. I sit in the middle of the floor in the living room and each corner cries to me like pagan poetry. Pressing my ear to the floor, I hear it speaking. It says 'welcome home'. Home. A residence, an entity within itself. My personal batcave where I concoct my mad experiments like a pre-historic heathen. Walking

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[_j_timba]

Hmm I most certainly have to come and see this place of yours. It sounds wonderful.

Oh and by the way, *pokes* add me, love. :p