No dead white pages.

No, nothing came for.

An archer, or an anklet axed,

Tiny pieces of micro dust coming through the single pixel of today.

A dumb robot.

A caliber too small.

Daffodils, The Rosary :

Twin helix APR, We are coming for your souls.

Step back. Jump Forward.

It’s all time Rock ~n~ Roll [ . ]

I’m really disarmed by your not knowing better : 

In an Everyghost battery smash it’s old-time assault and the most fire to spill.