I'll keep on playin' our favorite song, and turn it up while your gone...
I shall now paint you a picture with words. Why? Because I'm sick of people not talking to me, and I have nothing better to do.
The desert is dry and cracked like a sea of death. There are lifeboats stuck into the ground, bleached from the sun. There are large ironwood poles rising up from the hard pack. Their lower portions are charred from fires, some more recent than others. The sun is hot and the sky is stained a bloody red. We come to a white house, the sort of bayou mansion that belongs in a swamp overgrown with kudzu vines. But here it is just a white mansion baking in the red light of an unforgiving sun. We keep walking and the sun begins to sag in the sky. As the walking continues into the night we arrive at a fire, around it are a group of men all wear regular clothes, but they look strange. Maybe it's because some of them have their faces painted like skulls, while the rest wear masks that turn their heads into the angry snarl of a wolf. They look at us, we keep walking. The sky has become black, and soon lights begin dancing and playing across the void. We stop to gaze up and the blue lights seem to converge directly above us, forming a bluish turquoise nova-like shape, all of a sudden the lights break shooting outwards. A white flash appears in the center it rushes towards us, we leap away and just narrowly miss being killed by the flash. We look in the steaming crator it left behind. We see an angel, dead.
There, psychoanalyze that one if you dare.
The desert is dry and cracked like a sea of death. There are lifeboats stuck into the ground, bleached from the sun. There are large ironwood poles rising up from the hard pack. Their lower portions are charred from fires, some more recent than others. The sun is hot and the sky is stained a bloody red. We come to a white house, the sort of bayou mansion that belongs in a swamp overgrown with kudzu vines. But here it is just a white mansion baking in the red light of an unforgiving sun. We keep walking and the sun begins to sag in the sky. As the walking continues into the night we arrive at a fire, around it are a group of men all wear regular clothes, but they look strange. Maybe it's because some of them have their faces painted like skulls, while the rest wear masks that turn their heads into the angry snarl of a wolf. They look at us, we keep walking. The sky has become black, and soon lights begin dancing and playing across the void. We stop to gaze up and the blue lights seem to converge directly above us, forming a bluish turquoise nova-like shape, all of a sudden the lights break shooting outwards. A white flash appears in the center it rushes towards us, we leap away and just narrowly miss being killed by the flash. We look in the steaming crator it left behind. We see an angel, dead.
There, psychoanalyze that one if you dare.