[First] Don your own mask
Don your own mask -- first.
Out the ovular window the wrinkled ground below stretches out into mist in shades of lavender -- like frozen lava or healing wounds.
Dimpled and vericose.
Roadways set boundaries. Reach out to hoard this. To contain. To probe. To own?
8 after 3 (or 1/4 after 1?):
That's the time it is, according to the crop circle below us, guiding us, warning us. Circular eggs hatch underneath the clockface like a family tree.
I'm not sure what that means. I don't know what I'm supposed to make of it. But I know it's significant. You can only see it from my perspective.
The cloverleaf blushes with her 4 golden earing looking so pretty on the snowfields.
The sleek vertical bowl on our powerful cylinder in turn on our omnicient tube devours that marbled terrain and spits it out behind. And we find it completely intact.
The red sprays up from the horizon behind us -- shooting out in a fountain, singing on like a refrain.
+++++++
Now to the smoking magma, flowing hot in the south.
+++++++
Now out the same ovular window his jew-encrusted armour below stretches out into black in shades of amber -- it's the tubing to run a mechanical monster.
Reptilian patterns draw bluprints for the seabed of scattered mazes.
The orange bloodcells pump through thick-walled veins.
Welcome to the circus lights. Don't miss the saphire throughs.
Can you beat this beast? Is it even worth trying? This reconnaissance is almost an "inside" view.
And: In the distance, accross the obscure waters, the glimmer of an the enemy's outpost rises like smoke.
Out the ovular window the wrinkled ground below stretches out into mist in shades of lavender -- like frozen lava or healing wounds.
Dimpled and vericose.
Roadways set boundaries. Reach out to hoard this. To contain. To probe. To own?
8 after 3 (or 1/4 after 1?):
That's the time it is, according to the crop circle below us, guiding us, warning us. Circular eggs hatch underneath the clockface like a family tree.
I'm not sure what that means. I don't know what I'm supposed to make of it. But I know it's significant. You can only see it from my perspective.
The cloverleaf blushes with her 4 golden earing looking so pretty on the snowfields.
The sleek vertical bowl on our powerful cylinder in turn on our omnicient tube devours that marbled terrain and spits it out behind. And we find it completely intact.
The red sprays up from the horizon behind us -- shooting out in a fountain, singing on like a refrain.
+++++++
Now to the smoking magma, flowing hot in the south.
+++++++
Now out the same ovular window his jew-encrusted armour below stretches out into black in shades of amber -- it's the tubing to run a mechanical monster.
Reptilian patterns draw bluprints for the seabed of scattered mazes.
The orange bloodcells pump through thick-walled veins.
Welcome to the circus lights. Don't miss the saphire throughs.
Can you beat this beast? Is it even worth trying? This reconnaissance is almost an "inside" view.
And: In the distance, accross the obscure waters, the glimmer of an the enemy's outpost rises like smoke.
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