bright is the day where we all can laugh in obscure solitude. for when the horses gallop along the rosemary goose eggs and the rainbows are dripping with acid. visions of ancestry foreign and familiar strains of the ancient apathy have soothed the blue soul violet. numbered are days, but not in any appreciable order, we have taken the shadows from you.

transmissions more infrequent, they know. THEY KNOW!