>>>Continue the voyage by footAye-ha… Some other time.
The journey is one and the same, and the outcome? it’s just as certain; what good will come from stripping oneself from the journey?, for as early as one may want to arrive, the sun won't rise any earlier.
The man, confused, and now safe from a sudden death by the scare alone, startled, continued the passage. Begrudgingly awoke again, she who they called “The rusty beetle”; trustworthy machine, and loyal, whose gallop would live to see yet another day, and another adventure.
And upon the soles, grounds succumb; and tall the mountains now find their titles lowered into hills and mere trails; and whispered airs, the verb ‘to walk’ resonates across all. Indistinct, the step does not flinch, and follows their low sentence, as the path itself dares not to be made.
In the then distant parts of the mind, a tale of trails whispers dandingly, like a vivid memory;
— How beautiful Ganga was. When the day came and she had to do the dance of harvest, howled the blacks.
— …Many loved Ganga.
— In the grounds rose from the desert, by the humid shadow darkened, carved on the heart of the tree could still be read their many names: Ganga and Calumbey.
— Ganga and Mengwe.
— …Ganga and Sir Archibald Bradley.
— …Ganga… and the Obembe tribe…
— ... Oh well, they were pygmies.
— Yes… many, many loved Ganga.
Fucking slut hag. This loving sunset calls for warmer, silent, prettier memories. This change awaits calls for reflection, evolution, growth. Then slut hag, why; she fucked everything and everyone, and now she fucked your very thoughts with her known myth.
Dandingly again, the mind tackles down, and immerses deep down into the memories; seeking what to ramble next, ignoring the art of thinking about nothing. Now bored by the endless steps, upon realizing the monotony of the hours awaiting, monotonous became. That is the sentence of the journey, to journey be and a journey stay. Dandles then the mind, wondering what to think about next; perhaps it needs a better suggestion.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XAWpIQATcRE>Continue thinking about the slut hag; remember who you heard who told her story; remember the Africas.>Think about your past, who you are, and all other memories forbidden.— ...Fucking hag slut! — You realize once again, if you don't think of anything soon and return to the flow, each step will feel an eternity.
