This is how you ruin an otherwise lovely evening. Equal parts entropy and conversation. Let simmer with absolutely no communication in the mixture.It's all right there in the recipe. I look great in this suit made of glass, with all my armor stripped and weapons primed. Evaluate, consume, leave whatever is left for the ghouls. They are out there, beyond the edges of the fire, the ghouls and the fiends, drooling for the scraps of this.

how do i get home from here?
send your heart as scout. a pathfinder.
i need real answers. this is no time
for poetics,
you're right. this is the time for destruction.
this is the time when the clock stops, when
your own riddles get answered, although
you won't like the answers.
when skyscrapers become the pillars of dreams.
when the home that is calling moves elusively
from place to place. listen to me, girlie!!

She move like yadda yadda yadda
She is every something something smomething
....she really is something....
Here we are on the balcony, our glasses imbibed
with good cheer, the monsters screaming up at us from the rancid streets below.
their streets
You are the angel in their mutant nativity,
their haunted manger in their glass deserts.
Gazing from this dream pillar down upon your
loyal subjects.

And here I am, the King of the Monsters, atheist to your faithful, bringer to your light.
Observe as I let the monsters starve. That was my destiny, to watch them writhe with hunger,
yet I am but a monster with a crown, a glutton with a pang, a glutton with a pang, a glutton with a pang
a glutton with a pang, a glutton with a pang.