birthways

The sun is reering, the city's whitescape can't escape. the bath boils and the baby falls. the red wake is upon us, we cant deny god.

 

the evening had withered to a slanting sunrise of blank expectations. streams rose to the pull, and began to walk backward. The golden-silver sky became eclipsed with a linoleum hue of surgical tiles between the lofty towers of elemantary advertisment. Back! Persephone's lust. Away! sought-after fleece. Spare us! gAurgantuan tiger, claws at the ready.

breaking through the windows, the flash of Hydrogenisis and Hellyembre fire burst to claw the eyes. Return! gAguardian wolf. running, Phaeton passes the lumbering tomb-stones and failing womb-stones of aerial targets, and falls in the pALPitating withdrawal and deposit of a cementine wake.

a verteical incline of 35 degrees to a parallel horizontal attracts the infiniant's wasted and softened cranium, risulting in the spark of rougged stain, commences the condemnce waftloating hyther and thyter until reactching the itching whallt-most-fear, becuums an evorpowering shadow upon god's pallet and roises and reards its flashing phil-lament, rushes the boobluding synacts and reaches the fresh-hold of proxgress.  

Author's Note

ignore the voice in your head