True colors collide in front of a backdrop of Babylonian Time Bombs, Nuclear explosions to NADA, nothingness, but only constructed towers to vanity, emptiness, hopeless posturing of verity and authenticity, the smirks of contrite "EYE know it ALL-ness", the SALTss on the meat wheel, the turning of death into feathered beds of ticker tape ego parades.
EYE WACK and dancing steps, Jordan Maxwell as Bhairava eating the flesh of dead Holy Wood, hard-ons of daemons paving the way for a new political chain gang...here we are, Aliens inside the letters in those hills, eating humans, creating chaos for mass control, bc you know the game and its the name of the next "Reality TV Star".
DMT
