Got to climb that solitude mountain where you can observe all things from the peak and can sleep while the hog brains speak & weep from the base of yr hill. sleet streets with grime and clementines rewind while the gears of time grind. The white peel reveals what you've been able to steal, just be careful to conceal your findings. Time can lock and unlock yr binds but remember it does both. Crypts will try and sell you flowers for Sabbath but cultivate yr own. Lick routine one good if he dares show his face around here, just to prove to yrself that yr fears aren't valid and yr eyes aren't pallid. Rabid are yr electrified eyes that align when they find that troublesome phantom you've been smelling in gray nights in bed. He's prettier than he smells at a distance in this instance.
Can smell him from the top of that mountain.