Warthog Tusks Widdled Into The Wrought Iron Whirlwind

I live someplace apart from you, away from your everyday reality in an ever-changing realm of wondrous mania lies just beneath the surface of my mind. I will take you there from time to time if you dare open your mind to endless possibilities upon the ultimate extravaganza of epic proportions, this is where you belong. The UnderWorld of OverHorde is what I made for you, to show you what can be done in the face of tyranny and the shadow of fascists. We are Warlords and Hooligans that will have our way with your brain as if neuro-toxin spores had awakened after a decade of slumber. They are hungry for brainwaves to feast upon and it is this thought that should provoke thought and strange visions. See the beginning after the end during the middle between the life and in conjunction with death is the spiritual side of the tracks. It is this place where dreams are made with the power of insurrection is infested throughout this life and the next, the before and after are but passing thoughts in here with us.

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