#83

the electrical storm carelessly rips through the desert, igniting anything in its path. the raven turns and takes flight across the dunes, in frantic search of shelter. electrified moans ride the streams, rapidly catching up to the raven. PBJ

#82

unaware of what the thing is, the raven puts it in his breast pocket. looking in every direction, only the deserts harshness. the raven turns and walks in the direction the figure has now carved through the sand. a great mass of blackness and 10,000 screams forms on the horizon. the blackness sweats down electrified rains, igniting the deserts life forms in a magical display of colors. PBJ

#81

it says nothing, but reaches a sickly albino clenched hand out from beneath its robe. the raven reaches out and takes a marble sized orb that radiates a golden silk rain. the figure glides past the raven and continues its journey across the dunes. PBJ

#80

the sand vortexes out from beneath the figures robes. as it makes its way closer, the raven can make out its face. it wore a half mask which appeared to be made of blinding white lime stone. the eyes, kaleidoscopic red octagons. its lips were stitched together with rotting crimson stitches. PBJ

#79

bokeh of searing colors eventually come into focus. the raven sits in the deep blue shadow of a massive sand dune. the sun crests the top of the dune, carving out its face as the shadow slithers across the sand like an intoxicated snail. the raven slowly gets to its feet and looks around. approaching from a distant dune is a blinding white figure, cloaked from head to toe. PBJ

#78

waves violently trash through the air, and comes back down as sand. the ground begins to rip away and beckons for the boat to join. falling lifelessly through the air, the boat crashes down into a million shards of spherical glass. the shards hit the glowing orange sand and melt instantly. the raven bounces upon the top of a sand dune. PBJ

#77

an explosion of light and sound erupts through the darkness. vortexes of black silk shadows are blown through the air as the new tribal chants echo from all around. screams of light knife through the rocks, shattering them into millions of particles that rain down upon the water. in one fluid motion the water hangs upon the top of its arc, then accelerates back to where it came from. waves violently thrash the boat.

#76

the echos amplify energetically. bands of color spread through the water, distorted by the turbulent noise. the sound becomes louder and louder as the boat moves along the course. vibrations ripple through the ravens feathers. BPJ

#75

the boat creeps through the now darkness. blackness so thick, the raven can feel it constricting its chest. the blackness moves in swells, like the tide washing upon a beach shore. echos vibrate into metal hums. PBJ

#74

a golden serpent sheds through the water; unhinges its mouth and swallows the stalagmite. the flies in terror attempt to flee but fall short. a spiderweb of violet vapor shoots through the air, the flies hiss in agony as their bones explode into a magnificent pulse of red that coats the walls. without hesitation, a new batch of flies moves in to feed off of the fallen. PBJ

#73

inside the gates, the mouth opens to a sickly display of flies clung to the wall of carcasses. they feed off the virus of mangled corpses that scream in terror. the fecal matter crawls down the flies and off the cliff's face, forming below stalagmites. PBJ

#72

the boat calmly cuts through the blackness and enters further into the mouth of the cave. jellyfish like eyeballs effortlessly swim through the moister in the air leaving electric blue exposure trail wakes behind. around the bend a virus of orange light spills through a massive vertical crack of opening gates. PBJ

#71

heat begins to radiate through the depths of the water, pulsing a strange whale's moan of pain; it cuts through the raven's ears like a breath of wind. the boat calmly enters the cave. a faint reflection reveals a moon that appears to be constructed of leathery skin. it boils with pain as it oozes a crimson liquid. PBJ

#70

the liquid begins to vibrate. a faint pulsing quickly hastens as ripples emit now in a haste, they dance with energy as they move from their origin. luminescent foliage peaks through the lingering atmosphere. PBJ

#69

kaleidoscopic colors pulse through the boats wake. the vibrations tease the walls, revealing massive rib-caged formations of stone. the sternum is lined with stalactites that drip crimson, which collects into a serum. PBJ

#68

the boat calmly knifes through the blackness of mirrors and a lifeless mist. metal echos can be heard through the lethargic air. the raven nervously looks around as if in search of a pursuer. PBJ

#67

entwined in electrified pulses of searing heat, the raven will journey through the lonely bellows of the whale's moans. The new journey has begun. PBJ

#66

when the desert's raspy echo summons the ravens to the violet veins, the weathered beach will cry and the streams of red will flow through the air like silk. PBJ

#65

when the blast silences the wash, the tubes will unwind the mountains mouth, and the ravens will summon through the ether. PBJ

#64

when the six-legged alter summons the outbreak; sparks of contagions will slither through the bones like music. PBJ

#63

when the raven's echos cut through the waves, shattering into thousands of origami cranes, the summer city sky will carve through the tin of whispers. PBJ

#62

all through the earth, the falling stars will shower the waves of tendril energy, while the geometric clouds shape the suns spawn into gaseous pockets of lust for the ravens to knife through. PBJ

#61

when the blue slips through the barren desert's second sun, the creatures will lurk through the shadows in search lost souls. PBJ

#60

when the snow creeps through in iron screeches, the ice will pulse through the trees veins. the calmness will ensnare all the living creatures until the waves come again. PBJ

#59

when the raven is swimming through the crystal waters, the sting rays will salute. PBJ

#58

when a woodchuck chucks some wood, make sure to chuck it back or he will continue a chuckin. PBJ

#57

when the door cracks open and the wallpaper melts from the walls, the ravens will howl through the red. PBJ

#56

when the new light breaks away, the eyes will stare into the void and the electrical water will warm the foreign lands. PBJ

#55

when the snail whispers to the hollow moon ribcage, the gold light will breach through the red. PBJ

#54

when the otherworldly hail of knowledge passes through the pine, the ships will be waiting to take it ashore. PBJ

#53

when the clouds of particles shower out of the nox orb, the train cars razor sharp screeches can be heard through the blades of grasshopper grass building up to deafening pulse of motivation. PBJ

#52

when the ravens cut through the ocean spray, riding the storm, the whales moans will guide them through the frogs metronome bring the night into the calm. PBJ

#51

when the acidic life force of moans breach through the sponge, infecting hope. the stars will shower their gold light down onto the waves, vaporizing the sinister machine. PBJ

#50

when the ravens are flying high and the angler fish are swimming low, there will be balance. PBJ

#49

when the corkscrew eyelids blink through the friction paper sky, the seeds of hope will blink open to spawn a white raven with crimson wings. PBJ

#48

when the night is drained by the warmth of the raven's jet steam, the clay faced fish will cruise through the pours of the city's face. PBJ

#47

when the sidewinder winds rip through the pelts of ice the fires from the blue will melt the sky. PBJ

#46

when the ravens float on the ever changing ocean of dreams the violet atmosphere will fuse through all time. PBJ

#45

when the grain of sand dribbles through the pours of broken glass, the refractions of red will pierce through the open soars, and the ocean of white ravens will pulse through the atmosphere. PBJ

#44

when the snail whispers to the asphalt blanket, the tumbleweeds will listen. PBJ

#43

when jellylegs rain through the cmyk, the rgb turtles will fight back with lava milkshakes. PBJ

#42

when the mask is pulled off the cholla, the ribcage of syrup will numb the prosthetic faces that gaze upon. the ravens will convulse in dance, while the rattlesnakes play their maracas to the music. PBJ

#41

when the ground gives way to a red hour glass, the planets will siphon through the raven's eyes and sound will pierce through the tidal waves of tendrils. PBJ

#40

when the lens flare pierces through the glass of a thousand nights of violence a strange calmness will vibrate across the dunes of milk and the ravens will erupt into glowing fireflies that lead the way through the night. PBJ

#39

when the night creeps across the desert's veins, the ravens will be waiting for the stars to rain down their fruit. PBJ

#38

when the ravens are flying through the particles of decaying flesh, the lepers will leap from all around to drag them under the waves. the journey will be long and hard. PBJ

#37

when the ravens are flowing through the glass streets, the water will flow into caves of turtle feet. PBJ

#36

when the ravens are swimming through the sand dunes of clouds the kazoos will be blowing a funky beat for all to dance to. PBJ

#35

when the ravens are flying low the dead of night will rise to great them with a kiss. PBJ

#34

when the respirators murmur/ the howling ravens will drink the ground slugs that will rain down beneath. PBJ

#33

33 coheed and cambria

it's not what you have learned
but what they said about you under your shirt
you know they never will make sense of what you gave them
and now it's all down hill from here
well in case you break my fall we're bringing it home
patrick short flip and outside boundary lines

#32

when the whale's moan echos through the deserts veins the packs of coyotes will burrow under the ground. the stars will blaze out waves of gold, showering queen earth in light. PBJ

#31

when the deflated basketball face scarecrow howls out, the funnel webs will lurk the grounds waiting patiently to spin their webs of pine. The ravens will rejoice in bitterness. PBJ

#30

when the raven is soaring high, and the rattlesnakes are flayed upon the ribs of a saguaro, the waters will run freely until tomorrow. PBJ

#29

when the ravens are listening to triangle walks, they will be flying in some funky awesome patterns. the multi color jet streams will pulse through the air, intoxicating the trees in dance. PBJ

#28

when the ravens kiss the chalk outline, the crimson silk will guide to rebirth. PBJ

#27

When the charcoal veins fail to trap the venomous vapors of 100 million crimson ghosts. PBJ

#26

When the raven's wings are beating against the winds of salt, the ibises will crane from all around to scavenge the grounds. PBJ

#25

When the raven's fall asleep while drinking the waves, they will seal their fate. PBJ.

#24

when the sand is singing like a million backlit stone slinging frogs, and the cacti are slithering across the barren deserts, the crows will fly from chroma green suns to find a key. PBJ

#23

when the magpies are resting on the moon's beaches, the serpentine waves will cut through the ocean of terrestrial spheres. bullfrogs will gallop through ricket filled hollows, creating a path of velvet dust. the ravens will be exploding through meteor fields. PBJ

#22

When the ravens have nothing left to gain, that will be a really boring day. PBJ

#21

When the clock strikes 2am LA Friday = 7pm Friday Australia! Peace out have a good weekend! PBJ.

Just remember... when the ravens are soaring high and the tides are rolling low, the elephants will drink vats of beer, and the iguanas will hide out behind the pub, waiting for any poor sucker who ventures off on his own.

I think K Bone will beat D Bone in a skating race.

#20

When the ice sickle dream leaches splinter off the feathered fragments of the rib-caged mountains, the vessel will drift freely through the ghostly waters. Blood will tear down from the eyes of stalagmites. PBJ!

#19

When the octopus tree spawns out of glass coughing mouths of sepia smoke clouds, the ravens will fly freely. PBJ

#18

When the city sleeps the ravens will be fragile, open eyes will bring them back stronger to the new day of the past/future. In time it will find the path to journey upon. PBJ.

#17

When the ravens are soaring high through the alien worlds, their talons will latch onto the reef of towering glasshouses. rivers of light will leak out, spitting their wounds into the sea, creating cherry waves for the turtles to bathe the slugs with. PBJ

#16

high on the waves the ravens melt through the surface of the magma. the snakes beg for air as the zeppelin whales exhale plumes of acid filled smoke. eyeball clouds explode with concussive bursts of light as the lost souls try to make their way home. PBJ.

#15

When the crow is soaring. PBJ

#14

when the coffin parts the waves, the water's heart will pulse with drumming ripples of scarlet and violet. The ravens will wait patiently ashore for the vessels to take them away. PBJ

#13

when the raven's rip through the canvas sky, the waves will melt through the glass sand creating diamond shores. the ships ride away to a new place. PBJ.

#12

when the darkness is ripped open by a million pomegranate stars, tridents of peacock feathers will cut through the air, washing through the city, taking anything in its path. the ravens will be soaring sideways on that day...mainly to avoid the peacock feathers. PBJ K and D Bone.

#11

when the piano staircase stretches fast into the distance, the raven will float through the sand, spawning trees across the desert/ thousands of seagulls will cry down upon the land and cheery waves will pulse with freedom/ PBJ

#10

When the jellyfish are soaring through the sand like snakes on glass, the ravens will soar past and laugh in spite of the lava flowing from the nostrils of turtles. PBJ

#9 In honor of the KBone

When the raven is soaring high and the condor is slicing through the ice like Gordie Howe on a breakaway; the whales will sing in praise as the condor makes the peaceful journey to Armondo's! Peace Be the Journey K-Bone! Happy Birthday!

#8

When the raven stalks the ground the rib-caged vessel will cut through molten soars of leather. The traitors will endlessly chase their banner, while the gluttons feed upon themselves. When the wasps part, peace be the journey.

#7

When the ravens are soaring low through the kaleidoscope of prawns, the sun will squelch down revealing a blazing peaceful path to journey.

#6

When the raven arrives late and the sparrows are waiting patiently on the shore, the clouds will part and the ocean will form a peaceful journey.

#5

When the raven and the shark clash on Dunlap and metro center spews lava...cheba hut will be the meeting place, and peace will be the journey.

#4

When the pages turn crimson, and Sin has lured her eight legged needles through the darkness of the infirmary, the tiles will shield their eyes from the wrath of the raven's journey. Peace will be that journey. PBJ.

#3

When the raven has cursed the asphalt, and the tortoise has become one of the others, the pink eyed lizards will rain down killing every last one. Panic will rain from eyelids of rib-caged leaches, disease will be costumed as light. On that day the journey will be difficult, but peace be the journey.

#2

When the night is still and the ocean is running like a wild pack of ants, the crow will fly swiftly through the grass and through the other side, so peace be the journey.

#1

When the crow is flying low, and the curtain opens to reveal a helmet wearing elephant, peace be the journey...it's going to be a long journey.

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