Rama went into the woods exiled. The Moon shines her silvery light into the hair of the lost god. No ONE is *G*now-ING. No job when paper tigers eat the fury of lies from snowy lines and dipstick gum pastels. Fire consumes his energy from within as Martian wonder. Time is empty of itself anyway. Stupid, but genius all the same. The bridegroom has returned and the SUN shines in the morning.
Wait for Venus fools, because thats when its all going to come around and you'll eat your diet of worms.
DMT
