Music:crown me king feat. jack black- "seaorg tnt"
the robots of the deep sea (natural formations)
the secret device that had granted saint (st.) nicholas with his powers is finally revealed here. so get loose with your caboose. give the engine a little juice. an operation that mister (mr.) malthoselah would describe as "goblinmaking" might be performed on you, or you might be given a collection of fine bone-white china. you might be left alone in the woods as a child to be raised by wolves. you are a rising crescendo of possibility, a tight little coda of armageddon wiggling its buns in tight pleather pants. the end of the world is what we're fucking waiting for. when vampires all cry into their capes. i'll shod unicorns with steel shoes & beat every plow into a sword.