I followed myself into a swarm of thieves. I found sanctuary in your lost enemies, warlocks of war just soothe my fears with old cloth of humans to damp away the tears. In some genetically crucified encounter of alien gene splicing phychosis and third eyes been forced open threw government god zaps and earthly crystals possessed by saints and celebrities, I find us floating and clinging for life for time in the dark matter.
Come on little comet. Let's go














