The spirals inside twist farther out of control with every passing moment. There was a reason for it all, but I have forgotten. Peeling off the skin that has been on display for far too long.
It leaves a stench in the air that, while foul, is motivating. It lends energy, and distinction to the battle. Sends the mind within itself to find its driving purpose.
Where has it been all this time? Time to collect bits of it in a bottle, and store it away until next time it is needed. I shall keep some on hand. Suspended in brine to preserve it's power. To preserve it. To preserve it.
Edit: Misled is playing tonight (wednesday) at Heart-five. Be there or don't
It leaves a stench in the air that, while foul, is motivating. It lends energy, and distinction to the battle. Sends the mind within itself to find its driving purpose.
Where has it been all this time? Time to collect bits of it in a bottle, and store it away until next time it is needed. I shall keep some on hand. Suspended in brine to preserve it's power. To preserve it. To preserve it.
Edit: Misled is playing tonight (wednesday) at Heart-five. Be there or don't