It’s funny how when “…love” evolves it often chooses violence, odd how the violent taking heaven by force is even understood by the heathens who have no part in any aspect of that battle or dance. Spirits get so guttural grappling with feeling compelled beyond the brink of whatever they’ve become placidly accustomed to into the new.

Angel Brynner.

Whaaaat~?? Lolol- I gave myself a real summer lol.

I mean, I was in summer school most of it, but enjoyably so. &…you’re welcome. #yaknowwhoyaare.

The Angel, bashfully blush grinning at the “wtf?!s” afoot over the rev-up of writerhead.