[chapter TWELVE of MIKE EYE’s The Aqueous Transmission]
MOTHER MAGDALENA HAD BEEN TRAVELING AT LIGHTSPEED IN Fibonacci sequence throughout the Milky Way in her beloved high-tech silvery space-pod during the global detonation, One day prior to her ship going down, the craft now weaving in and out of infinite instances of space, it’s wake folding over multi-layered fabrics of time, creating an intricate, multicolored, multi-dimensional tapestry of existence within the Milky Way galaxy and beyond, grinding the gears of Purpose into ol’ grandfather clockwork.
Her subjective consciousness not yet aware of what had happened miles below her, still hours away from the moment of time in which the unconsciously permitted brash crash of her craft was to take place, the Mother’s Lustful Heart still surged now with great delight due to the still-recent aftermath of her over-joyous, deeply longed-for, sanctified seduction within the Andromeda Biodome of the mistaken…
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DARK ESOTERIKA 