Stevie and the dragon

Rulers make bad lovers - ya better put yer kingdom up for sale - well did she make you cry, make you break down, shatter your illusions of love - and is it over now, do ya know how, to pick up the pieces and go home.  Go home.

This is the guardian of the pyramid - i kid thee not.  He looks over the land and nods, knowingly, as all that there ever was goes through the same gyrations again.  The blue pool is now colliding streams - still ice cold and many algae water sprays clean the air, each adds their own ions in flow motion, slow motion with audio.

Too much - overload - things must be allowed to settle where they may.  The moon calls and the dinner awaits - friends arriving and a supreme download - happening in a theater near you - just trust.  Close your eyes - bee all that can buzz.  Enter - the dragon on this, lunar white worldbridger.