the crawling things take no relent.
the stirrings of the possessed senses.
the protest of withered hands in function.
the machines take their roles in society.
the cost is too much to deny now.
the motion makes waves appear.
the friends are nowhere now.
the husks remain to play.
the games of discord.
what is the price paid for the creative mind?
out of Context;
‘the descriptive factors of words defying gravity of stone…the rock and the words are one and the same Here…the battery makes motion happen…stored energy will allow “stone” to sling, trebuchet-style, through the mirror…glory creates its own intrigue…the hands of those that will give relations evoke a symbol calling the angels down into reality like water in the streets…the closest return and rot…’
out of Context;
‘Science, religion and everything under the sun that includes things nailed down and otherwise…We should have no fear for the unknown because our essence has been Here, and it will always survive Here, always being where it is most necessary to move…The magick has always been what we are, whether in a god’s mysticism, or the back of a pickup truck..’