#21

europe endless siphon of artistic merit and melting butter on the counter of inevitable doubt with all the colors of the most blinding autumn of shitstained sun reflecting off the too early snow on the foothills of the stinking mountains that practically no one has ever seen except those logic monkeys that stole into my head in a wave of high science and planted the seed of colonial destruction and goodwill to humanity as an internship at a small newspaper dedicated to changing the status quo of a society that allows this sort of shit to go on but i say stop howling at the moon and take the reverb off your voice because it makes you sound like a cornball instead of creating the illusion of power and depth like you wished it would but i dont mean to smash your dreams because i know what it feels like to have to resist that kind of onslaught and i have the scars to prove that it was easier than the twelfth reichs domination of a fantasy land that no mortal was ever meant to visit but i think everyone already knows that or at least they should be able to figure it out based on the contextual clues i have given you in my thoughts and dont smirk as if you think i am a nutcase because i am pretty sure that i aint