JELLYFISH
You were a jellyfish that had washed up on a beach, and I was a passer-by with a stick.
You were a jellyfish that had washed up on a beach, and I was a passer-by with a stick.
Back at it again.
I leant over and said "For all we know there is no Blood God. You know that, right?"
I'm stabilising the orb.
Friend – do you mind if I take the picture that they will use for your funeral, when you die, someday?