To him, the stars seemed like so many musical notes affixed to the sky, just waiting for somebody to unfasten them. Someday the sky would be emptied, but by then the earth would be a constellation of musical score.
Love the harmony.—
I’m gonna be the main event,
Like no king was before!
I’m brushing up on looking down…
I’m working on my roar!
I accidentally read this to the tune of the pokemon theme song.
cannot unhear. shit
OH MY GOD, IT FITS
Something lighthearted for once. :]—