My life has more or less become The Stranger.
Time to time I find it necessary to fantasize about raining sulphur down in great detail. Everything blistering and boiling, pavement cracking, things just bursting into flames (bursting is SO much better than catching). And of course the shifting in the glowing, choked thick burning orange/red/black sky just before a slow moving plume of burning sulphur emerges, then another and another...
etcetera.
I've been doing this for a few years. Except last night it wasn't enough. For the first time since 2004 it wasn't enough and instead I pictured an infathomably huge maw erupting from under the earth with enormous opaque black tentacles that bleed fire to grab, devour, smash and tear apart everything in reach. It was pretty.
And thats all I really want to talk about.
Time to time I find it necessary to fantasize about raining sulphur down in great detail. Everything blistering and boiling, pavement cracking, things just bursting into flames (bursting is SO much better than catching). And of course the shifting in the glowing, choked thick burning orange/red/black sky just before a slow moving plume of burning sulphur emerges, then another and another...
etcetera.
I've been doing this for a few years. Except last night it wasn't enough. For the first time since 2004 it wasn't enough and instead I pictured an infathomably huge maw erupting from under the earth with enormous opaque black tentacles that bleed fire to grab, devour, smash and tear apart everything in reach. It was pretty.
And thats all I really want to talk about.
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And then, suddenly, by brain started working, I pieced picture + name together, and voila~!
I will say so long as I'm not mindraped with loving words through a beam of light playing the Hallelujah chorus, there won't be a problem.
that wasnt your absinthe? you are a tricky man