From Moon Sequence S.W. Lynch
II. Survival instincts in full swing while operating machinery speeding south on a bowed bridge looking east as Luna rose. Death embodied in the sky explosions natural explosions in natural grandeur white death. Luna rose as she never has as illusions nullified fear was reality at its clearest. Luna rose and she never will in similar form, life and nothing in one moment. The storm consumed the atmosphere. Consumed itself. Atoms vacuumed into oblivion. Bovine humans munched cheeseburgers while driving through dark matter warping vapid brains. Magenta tissue bled out sentience. Luna rose. III. These humans were not scared out of sheer stupidity. They felt safe in their machines. Congested asphalt artery nine at night, Friday, June 13th, 2014. Luna rose in proof of their ignorance. She devoured particles in purgatorial drift, planet Earth. Space shuddered Terra dark energy pulsed into minds people felt frightened inexplicably. Immediate fear of blackness. Animals froze in abeyance obeying nature. Humanity continued to destroy to feign solutions to pop pills to disdain their immune system to ignore their self-inflicted wounds. All the while precedents loomed in the past. They never realized they inhabited houses of Masonic stone. Let alone understood that the Scottish Rite’s preeminent child would fall faster than those deemed lesser. That the child’s scrapes would fester
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