#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