Pompadour

For banning me likewise and not painting the sky orange.

Anything that's Owl City.

-23

It's next to the mystical land of Ew.

The senselessness is a river-boat with faded turquoise edges, the stern is made of wild-fire and our hearts tread crystal landscapes made from long forgotten dreams. We're drowning in a ...

We should built a fort from turtle shells. *nods seriously*

Nope. I'm asian. Why does everyone think I'm blonde? Its weird. Not being blonde I mean, but the fact that everyone thinks that I'm blonde and... well, never mind. So.. ...

-27 Said what? Pirate swears?

Everything is limited. So to us, all is Limitless.

Big blue eyes and purple feathers. I have a sneaking suspicion you're blonde.

The last word Is a crystal abyss Of soya-sauce.

You have blue hair. I dont know why, but its a gut feeling.

What is this Poetry My trellis bleeds?

Pigs glide, they don't fly. And the moon is made from cookies.

-28 I havent seen it either. But I really badly need to!