This malleable body turned into sh...

This malleable body turned into shining falchion stretching toward farms and spiders and the clean windows of the Midwest. Neon lights forward me, that weird kind of fresh that a tree wouldn't really recognize yet aliens might, if they happened to be looking in this direction. A skinny kid, fair named Joey, not one tattoo in succession him, hits the switch and the big recent wheel
just wheels real slow through the darkening air, like dreaming. Whoever destitutions to can sit back and be carried into heaven across and over. I don't care if there are owl or stars or fogs or even an Elvis sighting in the celestial expanse I ...