we are the sword..the storm. we are the bullet, it never misses.. we are the stay, the scabbard..

Shes got her Swords wrapped in silk and flowers.. shes got the wreath of victory in her left hand and her lef tknee is exposed... Lion on her Right, she is clothed in sheep skin..

all of a sudden, the moon shows up end of day broad daylight moon as if it just appeared there..

If EL constantly EL's whos left to love? whos left to care...

youre a mechanical genius Shes an emotional genius what if you had children?