THOUGHTS FROM THE OVERGROWTH

THE BEGINNING IS NIGH

As the evening sun melts into a liquid orange glow, the observant pause. They think they see a secondary light. A vivid circle of pink pulses brightly in the solar aura.

"Violent, darkened blood sucked lady." He croons. He loses himself momentarily in the ancient Scorpion pools of his pearly black eyes. He has been thinking of her today. His mission upon her soon begins.

Hello, unconscious. I see you lying on the floor. Helpless. Watching the sea fly by above your head. You think to yourself, "I'm never getting out. Nothing is ever under control."

One has decided to use no force. She will spread the word abroad. Meanwhile, in apartments around the world, one works, loves, and plays. Unheard.