Reflected by Chateau Zodiac via The Dream Palace, through the astral projection of the mysterious crystal woman body Dark Dreams, is the 1966 'Wednesday's Play' in production Alice in Wonderland.
The Quartz of George is turned over safari of displacement of time by cold electricity to neon which is New York City. He lived not with the difference in the vampire, sleeping per day and picking off the streets the night with the research of the tender prey. He formed a new troop of the ruins of thus of much of stories broken to conspire and discharge and carry out all his urban imaginations and obsessions more deep.
The players among his band of patchwork of the good-for-nothings noble and the pretty gangsters include Cheree Cheree, Pretzel Lizard, Cult of Shame, Eye of Google, and naturally, Dreams Dark and KK Magick of the syndicate of Dreamburger. But what is it occurred of Timmy Kobra? No doubt knifed in a lane before the appointment….
The strange androïdes came to the life, and palpitated among the gold and the money of flutter. Beautiful, the hermaphrodites pushed piercing cries of the symphonies of dying and pain as giant creatures of sea assembled of water and became the ghostly ships at the end of time, while the song became a spot stained by lipstick on the wind.
(Gratitudes for the video of Cult of Shame)
In the Dream Palace, the gilded and reflected walls whirled and hypnotised and the bottle without wine end bled by the eyes of the underwater things to become a significant and paramount treat in exasperated and surrealist smoke. Much mysterious sorcery as charms became statues which went well to the stone chewing and faced Creatures of Muscle by black bat beater. Dreamburger Krew know the party.
In the ruins bombarded outside of the hordes of cathedrals of the racings of teenager runaways and villain teeth attended like great worship in the Pantheon of the Gods. The breath became phantoms and the phantom went well to girls, only to be cold and broke in a million beautiful diamonds and to be returned throughout time.
George thus found it to leave hard while the city, magnetic, held his steel and iron heart. Dispatching like striates with blindness by the fantastic electrified streets, he was catapulted in the sky in an accident of reduction and weighs down the howl of the thunder, forwarded to the future, until he was home.
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.
Where would you be without your friends? The friends are those which are there when you need them more. The friends encourage you to the top when you are sad and the friends come to your delivery when you have troubles. The friends will be faithful at the end. Some friends, although, are really magic. They are friends who are certainly available to help - but much more because they have the people different from the special capacities. They can take much various kinds of forms - air, water, fire, sands, snakes, birds, crystals. They can go by walls, time of displacement, and see in the future. They are powerful and special, but also they love you.
It is very chance to have a magic friend. Kendra is Magick is a good friend to be had. You can say just by her name that she is, in fact, magic being. She has the capacity to exceed the hour and space to create the visions which surface as strange holograms before your naked eye. She travels in the worlds strange and alarming and is turned over with gifts of other odd places.
She designed the armour carried by the legions of horns, or Klaxons, as attaches crowned of a sonic book of charm by the gangsters of dirtiness, fox of counterfeit, known again once Faux Fox. It is a powerful creature this, if the obvious air and not made, really appears as a small woman. She is a magician savage, but is also spoken very gently and softens. Kendra is a magic friend, indeed.