You'll never see me coming until you do. Then I'll see you as well and I will say something like, "Heracleides" You'll smile knowingly and leave me your dry cleaning bill.
oozing out from the planets core
vortex of humanity's hope
meandering hyper-dimensional beings coalescing,
it's lint!
The space between my ears on the inside. The space between my ears on the outside. The space between my ears on the side in. I don't care for the space between my ears on the side out.