Stormgate

Winds of change are fanning the flames are fanned by the deranged. The flames of misdirection, the winds giving chase (orchestrated by instruments to enrage. Horned cheering section.) Drones of the BlackRock, riders in holdings park their game pieces in place, holding and withholding payment Ace. Get out of jail free blowhards, influencerned by the currency, jeering and cheering till blue in the face, screaming Climate Emergent Divergent Hunger Games Emergency. Media trumpet producing endearings, (lipstick on a Pig) for their Rat King, (as on a White Horse) as we grow too Sheepish to speak out, too pale and timid to spell out their obvious course, to vomit our rejection as diseased as we are enslaved under cells and convections and tales intertwined, sanctioned throughout, Stormgate's, leak, its Codex toothed, overreaching security breach. Never again will we be as we were, neVer to take flight, or steer our own course again in our own atmosphere. The Mandate is clear, the Score is reported by message board monitors of the process, onboard, onboarding for the Beast System processors, riding People, herding, coral carolling to Lucifer, sacrificial Sheeple in a transitional Rat Race, vermen looking through peepholes. The Piper's progress is polaroided in twain, kodachrome rolls back the esteem, smiles of the insane, back of the head, peace sign. Shut wide eyes rolling white for dead retina scan mouth foamed enrapture Signature erasure brain panned for fools gold, sold out, captured souls,(devout). Recorders in tow, changing how the wikiwind blows, how counts voted by Moderator, gestapo teams, Bon Appetit, Virtual Travel, Vogue, Akinator, Mad Magazine. (Needle in the Aperture bobbin tattoo BuckarooBonzai glass saddles and shoes.) Laser id suture chip sewn in diodes of TripleBeam Barley, Wheat, Triplesec, meat... Meta threads to breadcrumb gumshoe private dick heads, treads of sleuth your every thought and intent, move. Passenger monitoring, the acceptable temperature, moderate beautiful soup lukewarm chum to taste an ode to the pasts vernacular naked lunch humble pie shoots in the face gruel, heckler of riding the storm out without Jesus, fools-Spectacular.