Craig Schaefer Quote
Hie! it cried in a buzzing voice, like a thousand flies fluttering their wings in unison. You! On our wavelength! Carry our message! It’s heavy, made of rocks! You aren’t real, Sophia repeated like a mantra, shaking her head violently as she rummaged through the cluttered pantry. You’re a hallucination, not real, no, nothing to see here. Apocalypso dancing! Sunday Sunday Sunday! You’ll want to cut your wrists with the whole knife, but you’ll only need the edge!
Craig Schaefer
Hie! it cried in a buzzing voice, like a thousand flies fluttering their wings in unison. You! On our wavelength! Carry our message! It’s heavy, made of rocks! You aren’t real, Sophia repeated like a mantra, shaking her head violently as she rummaged through the cluttered pantry. You’re a hallucination, not real, no, nothing to see here. Apocalypso dancing! Sunday Sunday Sunday! You’ll want to cut your wrists with the whole knife, but you’ll only need the edge!