A cursed record sits spinning slowly in the record player as I set myself to slumber in the ashes of my mind.
I dreamed about dead things watching from under the stairs. I dreamed of industrial madness consuming the minds of the unwashed masses. I dreamed about dragons coming down to consume the flesh of the common man, dazed and stupefied in external extraction ecstacy. I dreamed about thunder and the sound of rain echoing off the clouds of eternity. And I dreamed of the devil himself watching, waiting, hungrily for my soul to be offered up in a moment of sheer panic. I dreamed of death and the sound of drums.
Thunder Perfect Mind by Nurse With Wound is the name of that spinning disk. Explore at your own peril.