Belched of lab coated meat hooks caught on spinal column thorns.... found within a planet
surrounded by the grave rings of nervosa, with its mote floating on an axis suspended in time. Filled
with the remnants of an earth bound portal triangular in scope..........where defeated, Cerpin lay growing
in some tattered pit of stomach; a convalescent home of croaking entrails, mangled by the pettiness of
insignificant others. On this black and white planet roared boils upon its shores, nesting bedwetting for
our heir to the throne.