10,...9,...wait.
...a designated paranormal landing.

sulking to a greater distant hips up to her chin she's in she's not the same she's not in the same person lost all perspective simmering over an unfoiling iodine draining coffin.

soldiers out back in sheep's clothing asking for a second politely ignorant attaching.

I just plain paper thin slow down word.

first which does it really matter not one more minute scatters an obvious I'll skip, the aching for your mother read well.

where was I was dreaming cloaked tenuous hovering wait I'm getting something in there it is again no not yet there it's coming in oh it has unsoundless mind awake now or think.

certain of nightfall cortex rendering, this is not a we are not on a plane walks slowly overhead waves hello thinking ink exhaust light blue delicate smiling violets' soft crimson backwaters, the air a weightless pool frozen central no doubt about it its glassy shattering three blocks down something only the weird dare consider travel three blocks down only those made aware need traverse the bellowing yellow soft it's not a word does it peep through my window?

where it's coming from slaughters through the plate glass blood-lit corridor.

I know its' late at the moment an intelligent or matching the correct word with the correct word it is cold cold noose nurse humming overhead the trance homing signal me in to come in and play so she strikes a chord.

mighty wands winds against the window she wings it knowing better than to no such thing better than that a special harbinger of this banging room sings singeing the burning monogram.

roosters rusting poor solder job ashes ashes they all fell.

to sleep long enough as I could walk wake up in the life of the living where she wouldn't want me that way there with her would she?

my way about me spawning to recognize another laced memory from a different world you do not consider that since there is no hope for anything and therefore there is no such thing.

seen me and you make contact since you are from a different world.

what next fleeing the stenciled scene don't you must point that thing away from the instead insert between the panting figurines while the power lines down.

iron canyons bled dry just look through the microscope for god's sake what now bipolar caps melting candy red southward underfed storm dusting next that face with the helmet the one NASA says isn't there.

think you'll sign off kilter to refract the light in such a way it became another fucking piece of art.

last final forward thinking about well over the top expensive cigarettes discussions cannibalism mark my word this will not be a good year you may remember I did specifically mention that medication is taking effect the rabbit brains are whimpering in short limp despair glazing over clear cooled generations of these things families premonitions -- fine.

intuitions breed stuck between the caged bars another sip of razor after all we just shot them up ten times the human dose just to be sure oh see them shake this time that's good that's a sign better give it a 3% placebo affect write that down nothing too dire relating to of course and so the rabbits are now sewn back up thrown off by having to wait one more day before their time-prompted dosing rescheduled.

this mid-evening's plankton brown stabbing water-striders steaming the floating dead just before retiring that ought to do it.
... a designated paranormal landing.