The stench of progress like moldy cheese, modern life is rubbish & the end is nigh.
Over populating & polution of terra firma, frolicking in filth, women & children first. Everywhere consumption & endless gnawing pointless hunger, with glowing red eyes that watch from a distance. Glowing
Stitches
Stitches
No way home, no path back, Nothing left to do but sharpen yellow teeth & consult reams of contradictory protocol on best solution to mend broken wires that snap crackle & pop like singed chicken bones, the high cheetering that makes sing-song around our funeral pyre (Children make the best meal).
Always.
(eyes, red eyes in the dark)
rustling, pulsating piles of indistinguishable vermin
The stench of progress like moldy cheese, modern life is rubbish & the end is nigh.
Over populating & polution of terra firma, frolicking in filth, women & children first. Everywhere consumption & endless gnawing pointless hunger, with glowing red eyes that watch from a distance. Glowing
Stitches Stitches
No way home, no path back, Nothing left to do but sharpen yellow teeth & consult reams of contradictory protocol on best solution to mend broken wires that snap crackle & pop like singed chicken bones, the high cheetering that makes sing-song around our funeral pyre (Children make the best meal). Always.
(eyes, red eyes in the dark)
rustling, pulsating piles of indistinguishable vermin
S titches