what is this

So you really think you're ready to float beneath the subconscious and anodized minds of the long-lost giants that drowned in the stratified surfaces of ennui cast from bronze age understandings?

Let me remind you of volcanic dirigibles and Sopwith archetypes that were once placed on pedestals that one could only conceive somewhere in a black hole's beating heart,

and how that subatomic cereal box convention had the nerve to attempt to plagiarize a cold and calculating design, with an even heavier hand at execution.

Yes, I have seen those putrid phantasm flowers and taken sleighrides through the vistas of a dense and well-fortified hell. I have been on blissful static holidays full of galvanized and inaccurate infomercial ramblings that had led the faithful astray...yeah, they want their MTV....I wanted nothing more than the iron clad magic beans of solid, sound revolution; I wanted deserts and moonscapes scraped from the underbelly of this steely wet slick class of star destroyer, this whimsical serenade of soul destructions and perfect lover's confusions...I wanted mirror reflections of a riddle that at the time had no resemblance to a fire forged bear trap hidden in sugary hips and lips of goddesses yet to be realized, dipped in the glamour of stygian rivers and ultra-pure mountains that graced the face of mars and worlds beyond the cold three-dimensional mathematics veil....