this peninsula pushed me into coma, but that wasnt the right way to start this story.
lets start this over, once more with feeling.
I had this friend that spoke in vowels, his name is very important but cant be pronounced. Ive learned not to cross his path, its just the right thing to avoid. He once lined his head with old newspaper, he said it would keep him busy. He sometimes spoke in riddles and produced old stop action movies in his head. It hurt when he projected his voice onto paper, just like the skreeeeeching halt and slam he would fall asleep to. I stopped trying to understand him a few years back, back when he became more dependent on the healing energy of the sun and addictive syllables. He grew and planted seeds into the Baron land. Those trees would soon walk the earth in search for a direct translation of the inaudible words carved into their armor. Last i heard of him, he split and mailed himself to various islands. He would've said something like, "its just what anyone would do in my situation." I wont remember you and your ways, its just what anyone would say.

that was kind of creepy, i wont do that again.
*soon to be deleted in disgust

love,
nick