From all sides it seems to undergo attack, blog ethics and honor. From the slide of a strange misfit arche-resurrect, freedom's daughter. And now the sway of all things comes to decide If blogs can really be a place for truth to abide.
Abridged and forming spans, the recalcitrant glow of hands, unlibraried from the very last to the drifting of the sands. The pre-lapse envied by the dredge and the demands, a mishap, mental prisms, that no one overstands.