There's not link for this.

I hate them - always laughing as my thoughts perish

Hysterical.

I hate them.

Cackling.

As the train whistle blows in the distance. And the rumble of engines passing downhill rushing.

There was thunder this morning, louder than any I'd ever heard.

Probably it were the mother of ships - the atmosphere collapsing for cubic hectares behind it as it vanishes too close in-system for that kind of maneuver except perhaps in war, ne cest pas?

It's lost now, and I'll not be getting it back, or probably even another - it just hasn't been working out well for me lately. What else can I say.