Pleasing to the touch of miracle disaster awaits the soap box car box box car annihilator stroking and stabbing through dimensions of steam past the flat plains of nowhere here in this passionate land where once buffalo dreamed
Invigorated wisely by the souls on the street and picking up on the paper book stories and twists by salt water air leading us everywhere far from despair tempered within all the while fading through the relentless space between infinity and you
Helplessly silently rained in the northern forests of hard wood hope where breathing wood pulls and pushes to send out life giving earth to the inland valleys where death and destruction mean as much as life and liberty and we'll hear no complaints from any liberated souls nor empty vassals here now in this majestic place where spirits are attracted