Random Ramblings of B

Bereave the beserk benighted belle. Benedict not the bestial, bilious blackguard but bestow blind barney on blushing, bonny blokes of the bold bolsterous bolero you bootless boon!

Yeah, um...got bored with a dictionary one night....??

The dark twisting mist of make believe, of dreams, races around my head as I lay in a half sleep. I cling to nothing and everything at once, pulling myself onward through the rough sands of fairytales. Colors dance around me in a burst then are drowned in the gray and black of the midnight stories swirling around my form.