Sam Tamaskan

“The Art of the Deal”

This feels so wrong to use someone’s likeness withiut their permission after their passing

Lo and behold, the sight of black flags, many of which emblazoned with assortments of ordered ghastly skeletal figures and formations, being hoisted on the masts once more as they dance to and fro with the misty spray of water. The wind bellows, tugging on the many sails, as if beckoning those ships to sail unto the seven seas. They call to those weary enough of the oppressive laws of land as gusts whistle lustfully in their ears.

(Don’t ask why I did this, I just felt like writing it for some reason)