Fawkes

Feet?

Foot?
Fuut?
No.
I don't trust them.
They need to stop and they need to stop NOW.

Recall a winding path through a singing forest, dappled with golden beams of memory and tiny slivers of tea cup;

Surely tread in unsure circles by the hooves of a thousand gods and queens, nations unto themselves;

Gambling away their precious minds for tender morsels of bliss and love, waltzing ever onward towards that

timeless clearing beneath the city of gold, in the laughing wood, where madness sleeps.

What a lovely day in the neighborhood~

The Fawkesequus Travel Guide on Vacation Destinations, Entry: The Moon! - Dull, dry, dreary, demented (not in the good way), deserted and utterly lacking in sufficient amounts of Pots de Crème. Suprising overabundance of regular pots though. Recommended for: pot enthusiasts, finance bankers, disgruntled siblings. *straightens my top hat with a flick and a flourish~*

What a sickening sight, the Queen of seven nations; for each she wears a different mask, each more cracked then the last. She basks in the attention, forcing herself to swallow the lies and loving every one.

Fawkes raises an eyebrow /:3

Fawkes understands your pain.

Fawkes has poked you back. :I

This thingey is ENTIRELY too outdated. So I'm changing it to something entirely pointless and irrelevant. So... TAADAAAA!

I am Pinkie Pie for Halloween. Your argument is entirely irrelevant.

Sometimes I gain a glimpse of sanity. Then I remember I've left the Tortoise alone with the muffins for FAR too long and it slips away.

Sometimes I gain a glimpse of sanity. Then I remember I've left the Tortoise alone with the muffins for FAR too long and it slips away.

Sometimes I gain a glimpse of sanity. Then I remember I've left the Turtoise alone with the muffins for FAR too long and it slips away.

Sometimes I gain a glimpse of sanity. Then I remember I've left the Turtoise alone with the muffins for FAR too long and it slips away.