… red rum …

Turn the page … time stops … red rum … Turn the page … motion blurs … red rum … Turn the page … everything comes closer into view.
Sweat the stones … steam rises … red rum … Sweat the stones … dust falls … red rum … Sweat the stones … Time bleeds anew.
Time is birthing anew, another kind of mutated sinew. There will be horror, there will be cookies, there will be the things we speak of in hushed tones and darkened shadows.

There will be something … new.

The crux of it is, though .. we have to wait for it ….

About ZombieZak

I am the night zombie! I am he who rides the winds of Doom, he who chases after cookies and bubbles!
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