The lives of Leg of Lung cross in San Francisco and people see her from time to time. Each time a band of New York goes there as the pirn of wire that pirn of wire of growth just indicated that they saw her. And she always goes to the exposures. And it is heard that she resembles California witchy looking at the icon of culture of drug, the long dirty hair and the dresses like a certain Gothic tumbler. She was not seen inside so much for a long time. She called and said that she deviates here but it was revealed forever.
Time is one to build with supposed Gods to deceive Man in efforts starting from the behaviour of the animals to the ways of immortal. Although the minutes on this terrestrial plane seem momentary and far too a small number to see and touch all the beautiful things, knows that it is far from the end. Another door will open in a hall gilded by stars and the brilliant beams of the purest light. You were always and will be always.
This illusion created by these beings on the high one confuses Man and the farm with key in an invisible cell of fear and despair. He learns how to adore the combination of sand glass until he is consumed by building it with time. However, the effect envisaged is this: Some human beings learn how to order and change even time. Sights of the daily life and life of imagination are scrambled together and suspended in a new magic reality which exists during all the hour apart from of terrestrial size. The Gods smile, because, with all their powers, even they cannot create the poetry of the mortal artist.
Poetry takes many forms and sizes, and can appear in a real form and of effect. It outwards brings the colour to a world and speaks about the words without language in the flickering of an eye and the beat of a heart. It is a way in which very important the human ones can communicate between them without same conscious effort. The artist draws the strange and spectacular flowers from his spirit and undulates the pedals through of the same skyscrapers and mountains - wrapping people in rich fabrics and invigorating that even the Gods do not know. O how they play with Man - initially in good nature and then in the bitter jealousy!
You were already told the magic friend that Kendra is Magick in days before. But, even while she is to be powerful, she is only one on three sides of triangle omnipotent of foreign sister exotic Witches of another plane of existence who comprise Dreamburger. Take guard, because they exist in a distant kingdom which seems to be right on the other side of the reflected shards which hangs the money of the caves of the sleep. They travel in the borders of beautiful, however horrible sandwich which was prepared like gift for the god of the light and the sun, Apollo, by his lover Daphne. Apollo, however eulogistic in Daphne for her generosity and heat, was secretly pushed back by this 'cake of the cattle' and hid it far in the skies. The beautiful ones, and bad Burgernauts, while moving by telepathy with this universe via the powder wig scented of Walter Carlos, and later, the curve of Easy Jheri of E, discovered the 'trade' left by the pushed-back deity. They quickly threw their mountings of gauze in favour of the fluorescent tunics of sticking serpentine stolen of Ziggy Stardust while it burst like lighting rocket in the cosmic eye of Eternity.
They unloaded at Stonehenge right as the Druids had a long time provided and were adored as goddesses that they are. It was not, however, before one has fears their large Magick and their Hamburger-Tron ship burned to incinerate. Their charms and blows of hook of sugar raptor of diamond vision were enough, with a black smoke screen, so that they slip far into the long draping evening gowns of the first great worship of the world. It was predicted. After centuries of silence, the trio re=materialised in Brooklyn in Néo--Year 2007 with the strange and bright laser beams of the telepathic extase and wild and démoniaque alchemy. By association collective vampire-like models of sleep and subconscious handling, they could ressusciter the Tron hamburger in a metaphysical state in which the boat could be used to easily cross time and space in the duration when it takes the flickering. In Juste a short duration, and with legions of disciples twisted and faithful, they reduced the skies and Hellhounds deluded to surface in a reign with glory and terror which persists as a lighting above the tops of mountain to date. See the three. The three are one. That is Dreamburger.