All good things die twice a day, Death said with a disattracting smile on her face. Since errors are sexy we love to sleep alone. Flat fire but its meaning is misunderstood until time goes pregnant. Follow the silver line so we can reach the towers of copper red. Fresh circuits for rotting possibilities. Who will sleep in your HiFi tonight? Pretty wild between stormarche and the bass of hell. Like androids are fighting a vampire’s dance, downwards on the spiral causeway. A storm is coming and I want my head. still, we are caged without really knowing to whom all these chains are running to. Cheers,Doc. AtmosfearCrush