From What Moon Thngs Facebook Page...
Elaborate Symphony of Death, having Drunk the Light Cool He asked how--it would go, What Moon Things
Formed: the brink of summer, a moldy asthmatic basement. Drinkin the last sips every last box of wine, what moon things saw
the tasty crevice of light, born again.
it's the fourth wave, and we're cummin.
Tentacle Porn, Kevin Smith, The Fourth Dimension