portraiture in firelight breathes and blinks.

lightness, i charge you with this sign. from

the rope trick to the paper chase. and living in darker hues.

meatier sanctuaries.

meatier meteors.

rufflier rumblers.

berserker amontillado.

but why are the oysters so sharply shod? there shouldn’t be seafaring supernaturals. they’re averse to salt you see, Lewis. voles would've been scores of swarms better, but wouldn't have buttered your bread from 1812 until hack wickedness cues Danny Elfman again.