The stars shine so brightly with different orange shades alike. The disco sounds run through the veins of the skull, but in return only get to the center of it all. Once your there you must pass the dreaded cave of thunder, there is no lighting to be seen, but the rumbling of the ground and the echo off the walls tells a different story. You fall through this hole in the cave, but when you awake you are lying in a field of red mushrooms. The wind begins to blow, and with each gust the mushrooms dance. The dancing so elligent, as if the wind was the beat of the music and the mushrooms were the rythm. But so ends the journey from a far away land. Too where only the dreamers are allowed. So believe in what you think, your mind never lies, only makes detours. Ignore the detours and take the path to the left. It shows you the light to the soul. Goodbye fellow Peasents.
sToNeDpEnGuIn420 Reviewed by sToNeDpEnGuIn420 on . Random Fucked up STUFF The stars shine so brightly with different orange shades alike. The disco sounds run through the veins of the skull, but in return only get to the center of it all. Once your there you must pass the dreaded cave of thunder, there is no lighting to be seen, but the rumbling of the ground and the echo off the walls tells a different story. You fall through this hole in the cave, but when you awake you are lying in a field of red mushrooms. The wind begins to blow, and with each gust the mushrooms Rating: 5