Pick of the Week(or any time period in which i feel like keeping it)
Tony was somewhere in the darkness. (This inhuman place makes human monsters. This inhuman place) repeating the same incomprehensible thing over and over. (makes hukan monsters.) Falling through darkness again, now accompanied by the heavy pounding thunder that was no longer the boiler but the sound of whistling mallet striking silk papered walls, knowcking out whiffs of plaster dust. Croucing helplessly on the blue-black woven jungle rug. (Come out) (This inhuman place) (and take your medicine!) (makes human monsters.) |