Dreams

When traveling in the Keystone state I suggest you scout out your accomodations before hand.  Just hoping an affordable room in Western PA will miraculously open up and be...what's that word...clean, well that just isn't going to fucking happen bucko.

I couldn't get to sleep last night to save my fucking life.

The mattress was lumpy, the pillow smelled like dry...fluids.

The god damn air conditioner/heater made a thumping sound all fucking night and the lack of a comfortable tempature made Gobi Desert in my nose.

But, Son of a Bitch Mitch taught me the secret to insomnia...Robotussin and Old Grandad.

I woke up in the air, singing a sad song, a culling song.  The wind is my hair and divides it.  A thermal current comes up and allows me to rise on my outstretched wings.  

Tonight is the Exodus, and I am Mavet.

He will deliver you and I will destroy.

Mavet and Avaddon

Malach ha Mavet

The streets are rivers and mountains walls.  I swoop into alleys and leave tears.  

I am The Instrument.

I wake up on the floor.  One leg still in the bed.  My fucking nose is bleeding.

Mitch is an asshole.

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