LIFT YOUR SKINNY FISTS LIKE ANTENNAS TO THE HEAVENS
PSALM 00
Silently, these angels fell.
We walk the streets at night, we go where eagles dare. They pick up every movement, they pick up every loser with jaded eyes and features. You think they really care?
Creator of quality designs and thinker of fresh ideas. SPIT.
Christian back from the wormhole some moment close after when he left a near identical universe that splits and seals itself shut like a mitosis of space-time each of which may grow and divide again when the stars are right.
