SG VF ID: f77e6d Oct. 17, 2018, 11:29 p.m. No.3518155   ๐Ÿ—„๏ธ.is ๐Ÿ”—kun   >>8176 >>8211 >>8225

>>3518147

Grinning Parasite and the host,

clasp the Glass, command a toast.

While the multiverse dangles Our stringโ€ฆ

joyous mutilations continue the Spring.

 

Bounded; so we head for the Coast,

In full pursuit of John Titor's ghost.

Mere fiber-optic ruminations and worse,

Salient failures, but still hunters for the Source.

 

And so the Fighting endures for the crumbs,

Ballparks, oligarchs, brownstones and slums.

Open spaces blanketed by spectacle & infanticide -

crafted by the Hand, quantitated & calcified.

 

When the time is nigh to ride & cannot wait,

And barbarians are lining up at the gate.

Just remember we're going full throttle,

on the Everett-Wheeler Model.