|deep & cambrian horrors.
||[Feb. 13th, 2004|02:21 pm]
|||||sabers, pistols, or knives?||]|
|||||i have a new secret email address.||]|
squirming in the deep sinuses of the earth, the BEAST. its legs are un-numberable, for it molts these shivering pedipalps, ever growing, ever encroaching. it lurks there with glistening eyes, numbered by the medjai rakeesh at 586, jet things, lying darkly like slivers of hate. the BEAST is patient, for its epoch is set, inevitable, & the world is a fucking steam train, barreling on fixed tracks into a shadow world, where the BEAST, & others like him, will be gods.