Secrets flowing downsteam.

Downstream is the new downstead of doubting. My ears are heaving with the weight of my hulking lobes and my eyes glaze over the silken space suit Deckson had purchased for her last winter. Strange she’s gone so long without wearing it. Almost raised suscisions…. about various unpleasanties. Outward of my ambience sound waves resonate inward but without avail.What are you saying, and are you really saying it? Jibbish is the only thing emulating whenceforth from the departure of speech. Don’t steal my words, they are for the week. They’ll last you through Thursday, then it’s goodbye sashdagget.Yup, gut a lot to say and a lot on my mind. I’ll make a very thought provoking post as soon as I find it.