The age of miracles, assent of man in strident tones. Realms of fantastic have been forged by folly speed and steel. Out of the cones stream forth, creation is not yet complete.
i heard the horn sound out the call. air began to shake. because it's hunting time again. senses start to wake. so you get up on your feet. and you gather into packs.
Man watchin' video. The heart keeps on tickin'. He doesn't know why. He's just cattle for slaughter. . The requiem. . When the meaningful words. when they cease to function.