d sad lands of Crying

due to lack of any shit 2 do, id better continue writing about my dog fiction nonsense...intended 2 be a funny post. but apparently twas not.4 me. maybe twas bcoz i didnt need to entertain anything else aside from d irrelevant craps dats been flashing up my subconscious... it's one way of saying: i dnt want to think of my problems now.... lets play hide nd seek wd reality,,, ... if ders any consolation its dat i was able 2 amuse and busy my sorry ass even 4 a while so here i go again... se seriosohin ko na lng tlga to.... In the sad lands of Crying, rain never ceases to fall. the clouds would roar as if impatient, like a strike of lightning, begging to be heard. Rain breathes for d lands and d lands breathe for d rain. Light bears no meaning and d sun is burried in d realms of d non-existent. If at all, d lunar hues is d only source of light, t in these lands lived d great general of d Asoka kalamo clan, Ismo de siyo. (here he is)