“you may think you can fly ...”
An eerie phosphorescent glow you've not noticed before pulses between the cracks in the floorboards
You can hear voices and music coming from what sounds like a party downstairs
A 56k modem lullaby echoes around the walls
Also in possession of a key? send a message in a bottle. If not, there's always the latest twitteration @foxtailrainbow
You can find me on the web at nefaerien.net and subtransience.net, among others...
Site last modified: 17-Dec-2015: added "A Phantom" babble.exe cut-up poetry at machinecode/aphantom.html