”Hear, smith of the heavens,
what the poet asks.
May softly come unto me
thy mercy.
So I call on thee,
for thou hast created me.
I am thy slave,
thou art my Lord.”
@fossymossy1 BBBBBRRRRRRAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPP
[building intensity]
PFFFFFRRRRRT-BRRRRAAAAAAP-SPLUT-FWOOOOMPH
[seismic]
HHHRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPP-THOOOOM
The room is now a methane cloud. Windows fogged. Neighbors filing complaints. Virtual gassy supremacy achieved.