|It must be secret - I don't know the rest!
||[Oct. 22nd, 2009|11:52 pm]
Some other day anyways
"Take my breastbone as your vessel and my wings as sails. This would kill any ordinary bird, but by the words I speak, I am no ordinary bird." And so saying, he smote his chest with his bright beak, and lay open and still at her feet.
what do you do with last words? It'd be nice to think of a bunch for lots of situations. Make up a special language for those who are about to die!
Maybe tomorrow I will go out and make lying names for the labeled trees.
I get all tongue-tied when I am in a bad mood though, so maybe I will be unable to be so friendly with them.