ammoniacal satrap
grit Satan

a world lit only by Pac-Man and thick flak
through which fathoms spiralling audit

go with a wanion
into catacomb basalt

go and form of this raucous blood din
anagram


Pw*rl* sist*rs 6.

"Nameless are now the bards, their graves unknown,
their chants, unwritten, vanished into air,
into the keeping of the winds that hone
themselves at eventide on the menhir..."

--3sth*r Cam*ron (Th* World's Last Ros*)


Urban Trib*s.