Zoning in a hall of glass. plasma flowing from a cask. piercing overtones. mainline into my back pack. . it's full of clouds in my house. . a grey hive, humming white souls.
No sun for the grey children. Waiting to catch the strange. Airy notions of that place. Now their evolutions. Means their brain mutations. The wider is the comprehension.
Let me light the fire. Build your weapons. These nations overrun with you. Out of action. To this end, we'll resist forever. Ready to kill all thrashy gods.
The idiot walks along a canvas. sunday rendezvous; mister phobia. "maybe, today, fear will go away, i'll. fly!". A gruesome rain, a seraph wailing. flapping madly, shaking on the wing.