Since when
Even Seether knows there's no need to screech; the sun reappears/reaps/repairs/spears.
Seether soothes her squintly lips with sun sips.
Its been...since ever when.
And the Dickinsonian oracle hails the golden orb:
Aurora is the effect
Of the Celestial Face
Unconsciousness of Perfectness
To simulate, to Us.
(E. Dickinson, 1002)
Seether soothes her squintly lips with sun sips.
Its been...since ever when.
And the Dickinsonian oracle hails the golden orb:
Aurora is the effect
Of the Celestial Face
Unconsciousness of Perfectness
To simulate, to Us.
(E. Dickinson, 1002)