Arrow Lines & Old Bell Chimes

The Investigator left thinking of scarlet rivers, yellow wolves, blue scorpions. He was thinking of cannibal monsters in the caves of western colorado. He walked through washington square by the constant flame of the unknown soldier. Through the weird staring statues of rittenhouse past the beggars and muscians. He walked on trash and breaking cobblestone. He thought of the moon forrest on the breaking coast of maine and the pacific highway. He saw fangs on the darkness of the patco entrance. he could not look at the people on south broad. He thought of soy fields in ancient illinois. He saw black centipedes and green chilies. Red canyons and black buildings.