The ride of your life. Sheering in devastation. Travelling through time and walls of brittle obstacles. Taking you away from reality and gravitating you to the beginner of every video game's easiest level. You forget these are people, you forget this is a real world, you stop believing when everything natural and sensical with humanity is washed away by the flick of a wrist and everything pure about it zeroes in.
The target smash of life itself. The harrowing of fundamental special effects, blazed with furious sponge. It is unrelenting, yet never makes you catch your breathe. You dow to the 2nd dimension of our non-existence. Render, free-style such downloaded futility. Doctor Strange yes. Doctor Strange indeed. Doctor Strange mounts the parable of ismoplasmic incarnations. The dawn of familiarity, taken and re-assumed. Subject down-heave.
Release your embodiment, but be endowed by the literac of the 35 minutes beginning at the 52 minute mark. All doubts will shroud away, but then you will..
The target smash of life itself. The harrowing of fundamental special effects, blazed with furious sponge. It is unrelenting, yet never makes you catch your breathe. You dow to the 2nd dimension of our non-existence. Render, free-style such downloaded futility. Doctor Strange yes. Doctor Strange indeed. Doctor Strange mounts the parable of ismoplasmic incarnations. The dawn of familiarity, taken and re-assumed. Subject down-heave.
Release your embodiment, but be endowed by the literac of the 35 minutes beginning at the 52 minute mark. All doubts will shroud away, but then you will..