Moth Unit we strike hands over his bloodied warsheet but we are pledged entirely to his green mantle; our friend vikelegal, our swaran foi; under the four stones by his streams who vanished the wassailbowl at the joy of shells; Mora and Lora had a hill of a high time looking down on his confusion till firm look in readiness, forward spear and the windfoot of curach strewed the lakemist Sounds Fractured Suite by Moth Unit published on 2015/05/27 01:05:58 +0000 Stygian Ruin by Moth Unit published on 2015/02/03 10:23:05 +0000 Interior by Moth Unit published on 2015/01/29 19:07:05 +0000 La Nausée by Moth Unit published on 2014/12/29 13:12:06 +0000 Approach by Moth Unit published on 2014/12/22 13:35:55 +0000 Black Plastic by Moth Unit published on 2014/11/16 15:30:44 +0000 Hard Targets by Moth Unit published on 2014/11/14 10:15:43 +0000 Happy Birthday by Moth Unit published on 2014/09/15 02:29:03 +0000 Whereof One Cannot Speak by Moth Unit published on 2014/09/15 00:27:43 +0000 rustrustrust by Moth Unit published on 2014/09/15 00:21:00 +0000
