I open my eyes and see the amnios mists began to coalesce into triumvirate phantasms of polyglot heroes as the hearts beat so load they betray the shock of innumerable denizens of such rancorous purgatorian realms for whom the arrival of such heroes turn mists of dark damp grey into trichromatic splendor no fields of wildflowers captured by sunsets and rainbows can every impart a single pixel. Then my can Oden yells at me and startled out my dreams where for reasons I will never understand I could speak multiple languages I offer the morning a grumble as I go about my duties as servant to the one-eyed ruler now purring at my feet and go get him his dam food. All the while I cling desperately to fantasies boarding on delusions of grandeur as I stub my toe because Oden thinks it funny to trip me...
Lol just a fun thought by Terry Nicknig
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