The void devours

The void devours

This is the cliff notes of the rough translation in progress of this ancient tome. The book is a series of twelve metal plates locked by three solid gold rings. The pages alternate from a reddish to a blue then green metallic hue. The metal book was found by a fisherman. He was casting his reel over the ancient Infictite burial mounds that are now under water on the lake's north side. He saw something metal gleaming in the sunlight and he managed to catch it and pull it up with his pole. Hooking a gold loop after many tries. Its still unclear is this book is human or pre-human made. Also under argument is if it's a magical tome/lost mythology or is its just a cook book coded in occult gloss to hide baking secrets. The plates are in horrid condition, but the gold loops still shine. The work of a team of infictive researchers founded by a grant from President Liberal is funding the project. Mostly its buying coffee and donuts.

1. burning crotch, dropped my shorts. Nude photo stole at bar. Gingerbread man texting. He will steal electric tower, He puked glitching here. Her hand still draining his space.

1. Gather by the sea, buying anyone down this corner,. Rhimstone studded sniffing machine.

1. lucky was the god doll. and the walls break. great information and self abuse wall. He see perhaps the crescent moon tells me part one. He knows I know this is Dreamlands. X was by the major conflict. His pumpkin like roost.

1. inside they're god hells. for the spider move fast. all along the side is turned to smoke. Groups and chairs outside. Her mouth in his moaning. Go work on the spider god pink areas. Can't see my spider god. its not the spider the serial hymn anymore to the path.

1. and I unlock minds too. Black muscular battery's. people I'm involved with carried him deep revaltry. If I god dam pulled on burned soul. The race, so light of slim nutrients. Now band kisses action toys. Chanting away and seeing everyone's dreams, as long as the spider looked at my parents.

1. lost collapse behind backyards jar. They lay like endless black bass. I fight strange humm. Via electronics howling holy.

1. A great alarm mommie's kiss. Put my spider gods floor. check on gunslingers to be swept to be over rode. they where bit people. That is a horrible nightmare floor. Nightmare season and I harm done. With sick relative.

1. Making black little lost hymn. Leather outfit is worth a human. Energy friends coming, the voices. Starting webs the front. He feeds brains. (Hear we see the small greenish reptile/fish people making and wearing human skins. The creatures scoop out men's brains they have killed and slop them into clay jars that keep them alive with dinosaur egg yolks. The brains live for days this way, speaking in wind like voices, telling secrets, telling futures.)

1. pulling the cinnamon hit. Her pupils magic as we pour out spurting alarm. Long long day will eternallize soon. Came to very near cooking up the vastness. Was aiming metal crystals. I turn silver even. 'This is thought to be a description of a war of the Gods and the shaman's against The Great Alarm. A being depicted on the tablet as a cross between a great stout heart and a clenched fist.

1. Find girls that shot me. The jugglers working past me. with the rolling table Great alarm god

here the gene splicing growls. The truth plastic Santa. . Foaming party, gingerbread too.

1. The breakdown web. Secret life time inside the objects. The truck dream help you.

1. its baby in launch. Fed the heated bear. Through a mountain drug I made it easily.