It’s Midnight…….. The time is now. Let us begin.
WAR- SLIPPIN INTO DARKNESS
From Obscurity to Ubiquity All was beautiful within the subatomic particles. The new fugue will taste very very quiet when there near the top dissociative phenomena Pulsar. There is a hurricane within our Atoms. Doppelgangers are flung everywhere. Why you gotta be so Rouged? Don’t you know that silent decibels still go hopping along? She came out at the Debutante’s Ball much to the consternation of the high flatulent guests. BLT ~~ Black Tie Lingerie.
Lunatic started coming out of the baby vomit green-gold vapors just minutes after sunset. Large creeping rolling along mountain range catacombs.
Moon sank in the thick hazes and left me in the dark. The War is a Ghetto….And the beat goes on……….
The World Is A Ghetto by War
Lacey silhouettes against dying sunset, Stolen Voices. Tubers made in a devotee liberty flair. She was a darkish grainy vinaigrette set against the night sky. Her body and mood seemed enveloped in sepia monotones. Grainy images gave her a tenuous hold on the world of corporeal bodies. Enchanted worlds bobbed up against her flimsy flesh. Whether in the body or out who knows? Daughter Zion once a captive now free to roam the land. Protector and Priestess. Calliope and Cassandra return to Alexandria, a continent secure once more. Gauzy membrane in need of repair.
Somebody breathe the reluctant dragon…the dragoon of unicorns and fairies who light the Night skies. gAs on the bEACH. gAs on the sHORE. wASTED dreams once again ignited.. Leprechauns march over untested territory. Garuda Zinnia dances gyrating lost peoples ambrosia. Cobalt electric glide until Hart Island gives up it’s inhabitants.
The Jimi Hendrix Experience – All Along The Watchtower (Official Audio)
Come Drink from the Hydro-thermal Cauldrons of Death! The calendar hung limited upon the wall gathering reflections from 1983. Graveyard plots morphing into drainage ditches carrying bones meant for estuaries. A Spite house wedged between luxury condos. The facade lined with a series of gargoyles faces each blinking out a sinister Morse code refrain.
I am a Mermaid Lost in Translation. OUrrrr Bodies emit from waterrrryyy graves. Up thru trap doors suited up shiny bright sideways with red bejeweled bowels leaking excrement slippers across the ocean floor.
Moonrise stars reflecting floating bloated corpses. Dolphin pallbearers carrying razor wire inter lost dead. Burying discarded treasures. Lives forgotten populate this poor man’s Necropolis.
FADE TO BLAcQ!!!!!!!!!!
FADE TO DARKNESS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Amy Winehouse – Back To Black