Friday, 18 November 2016

in outer reaches of weather madness

Today turns out to be bipolar.
A bit of rain and then the briefest vomit of sunshine and rains again and sun after that.

Perhaps a loony bin for all things nature?
A place where dark ages live in a padded cell, cancer curing plague, demented snowflakes, room temperature snow, mammalian moths, gravity that lost its gravitas, oxygen bearing piece of space, bloodsucking magnetic fields, spherical squares, pliable diamonds..all retardation incomprehensible at best under a roof.
 Somewhere in the invisible reaches of molten galaxy of the horsehead nebula; a few parallel universes apart in the Supernova lane, dying star adjacent near reverse time aesthetics lies the hospice for ubiquitous transmundane entities.
Run under the psychiatric guidance of carbon dated 180°angles.
They check on each patient with an air of calm concern and when it's decided that a case is beyond repair it's mercifully fed into a blackhole incinerator.
A black hole incinerator being a transmogrifying entity that's often used to keep the growing number of black holes in check.

So there it is.. the perfect place for where today's weather needs be gone.

Perhaps it will be cured..



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