So what can I say without really thinking too hard?
Only what can happen in automatic writing with a pencil.
That’s always a wonderful feeling, when you know the antennas are working.
AnD when they’re not, it’s the great wall.
They’re the communicators of great men and women, the seekers of knowledge.
A spark starts a fire.
Blowing their winds.
Whispering, combusted religions burning together in concert.
Combing ideas collectively.
The Gaslamp Killer-Monsterfromtheunderground