the dryers are spurring me on

FTL travel via sockship
The conditions created in the modern dryer
Open a gate to another dimension
Only passable by a small swatch of tubular fabric

Measured to kill

The morning moon
In a dove purple sky
Dove down the dove purple sky
Dove purply sly
Dove for cover in the morning sky
Attended by Venus

My talent is vandalized
Visigoths have sacked my talent

Aw, the awful noises they make

Breasts like contented doves

The beauty of the signals
The beauty of the bestial signals