Evidence of sensorial-delerium

1. frantic permutations abound around the periphery. the vehicle experiences permanent memory loss. the time slip is evident.
2. moveable transitions. telepathine evidentitis. mascular dystrophy.
3. .locus nexium harpy dirge plithy of tantamount vasculosis trembles.

A feast of sores. Food of the gods. Planar-nexus-mundi-telemundo. atonal melange. vague attempts at parallel realisations. subtonal lunar morphological ellipsis intransational verbatim interim cascading locuslocuslocuslocuslocuslocuslocus the food of the nexus the centrifugal forgery the church the state the lonely estate ghost plague of the walking dead murmur fumble dearth for the damned apostelic dirigibles.

Black creatures with windowless wings jump from roof top to rooftop legless vampiric embryo tying wounded legs together with heathen twine obvious answer is we can't keep them tied up anymore they have come from above and below to recclaim what was rightfully theres in lieu of landing speed they refrain from belching enormously vain comments in faceless vapid subdwellers carved from eagles stone in torrential linguistic finality vain and fragile these seedlings open there eyes to lifting the veils of lagomorphic diogenetic veils locuslocuslocuslocuslocuslocus

Draped in the diaphanous veils the lords children spake kindly unto thee words of liquid tension brittle as pick-axe sawdust cleaver kindly administer the goods officer in-remission the vessel for the hollow flesh undead and bereft of acknowledgment like tremens in the afterflash of days old seasonal requisite carnations.

Livid as old eyes in piqued laquer stare eyes of sodden flesh luxury of the ancients the only crimson left dilluted into time-folds of irregular innocence the lessening of deprecation likened unto leprecarnality the aeon of the witch has struck belief factors in likened repressive oddish stares about the reciprocating vestibules of fascination likened unto great winged beasts with taloned manes and blackened hearts old sores die young.

Up from the watery depths........

Cthulhu is coming........

Dear Anonymous,

Thank you for the comment!
Unfortunately I am new to this whole blogger thing and I accidently deleted yer comment(Hmmm whats this button do......WHOOPS!).
Just wanted to say thank you and let you know that it was an accident...

MetroGnome

As many of you may or may not know, Texass is a white-washed hotbed for conspiracy rebuttals above and beyond the call of duty. Take for instance the racketeering of the late-night ramblers, sleepwalking in their stalls. Rotating at odd angles whilst pleasuring their centers in rigid contortions, mimicing the spliced-metronomic hum of some plastic beat. The repository for angel-bats is alive and kicking, always on the lookout for newborn babes, "crossover children, all welcome all welcome, come into the LIGHT!". Funny how the lights are always on in the city and likewise no ones ever home. You can see the lights dancing in the peoples eyes like fireflies to the locusts groom, dancing about and playing the creeper sweets like pickled teets. So they shut down the power 'round here just in time for THEM too come and make their inspections. Make sure this citizen hasn't had too many good lucid dreams........wouldn't want them too wake up too soon. That always gets a little messy.
Metropolis walks along the steady buzz of razor wire chiming in the night, feeding the young and innocent to the boilermakers wound, cleansing the soul of the city in an ever widening arc. A POX on the lot of this damned verminous clot! Religio-politikal-ritualised-manifesto-in-the-making. Anthropromorphic-time-destablilisers are currently running at optimum with an expectant transgression to primordial conciousness. Controlcontrolcontrolcontrol.............