Clenching
Fretting
A need overwhelms
Twist
Turn
Mad Captain at helm
I see you
I see you
You who would torment
A Sneak
and a Snake
And your will is bent
But Thrashing
and Thrashing
The chains, they do burn
How vile
the Bile
When a stomach does turn
About Me
- Cella
- Cella is currently in some far distant corner of the universe (no joke, she can see the actual corner!). Every so often she sends a communication back to Earth and it appears on this blog. No one knows how she does it, but that's the way it happens. With her odd mix of science and artsiness, she continues to do whatever she's doing in that corner of the universe (maybe selling off stars?). [any innacurate facts are purely Cella's fault]
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