Orbit-tomb of feather mask

It spins around the earth flashing bright green and red lights. The orbit tomb of feather mask. Let us mourn our nipples off. Mystical-two headed bird nurturing Kansas Heat Death. May you forever fly high in a bone fragment filled sky. Below the payday loans personal are reduced to bones but deep explosive shame. Shooting up Red Bull Just before dawn. Man blocking the intersection, touching her breasts. Her gown on the floor. Her body smelled like pizza. For a souvenir, he nicked an ear. Topless cheese came to our farm. Danced wit bouncing cute breasts. We watched while eating icecream.

Long after midnight Agnostic Rituals. We don't accept or deny fully that the gods whose holy days we celebrate are true and real. I personally think that if there is a God he/she/they is/are plastic bags from department stores caught waving in the branches of trees. Rippling like the burning bush.

Peoples shutter in the blackness Lost. Bumping into everything. The spider God came and was as Hacking their dead bodies. Spin up all this badly designed DNA into a better brain-body thing. While he is at it he eats seventeen tons of Dreamcheese. The Spider god=playing percussion of nowhere. Striking hits from the air is a flurry of flailing legs. In a kind mood tonight he adjusts everyone's back right in the whole world. Comes to feed at midnight. Dreamcheese Black.