the intelligence riots in abundant rath and energy. those that seek the comfort of white noise struggle to subjigate their own realities, echoed by the resistance of piercing magnetic raydon.
this beats a mule ride...
petulant noisemakers hath not the penitence to belong to yesteryear.
the voice of god is never silent, much like the asphalt of our dreams that we smack our subconscious upon daily, and with good fortune