Music:crown me king- we all pull at the wishbone of the hydra
a strange yellow.
an eighty year old queer on, walls seeping with sticky krovvy. you know, call me crazy, but does this place seem a little hollow about? blue candle wick of vapour dancing in the other room. that big empty, bastion's nothing, is just the masque of the red death retiring to her bed chambers. she could at least play the organ or something! & here is me with a big silver key sticking out of my back. wind me up & i go! or i don't go; i submerge. i marine. i deep dark. i under. i dark dark. bring on the spinning girls with their thread & needles, no sir, i don't mind: i'm filled with amazing gears. i'm a robot ex nihilo!