8am, light-spinning, dog's howling... Thunder! I walk into the bathroom, kneel down and honk. An eyeball rises to the surface. It stares up at me, puckers its lids, and whistles a beam of light into my stomach.
11am, I wake up face down next to the toilet. Without looking, I reach up and flush. My belly button is covered with some kind of goo. I feel the warmth of the sunlight from the window. Without hesitation, I smash it and jump through.
2pm, I'm breathing fast. Can't stop staring at the sun. Feels like it's getting darker. My stomach is swollen and I can't open my eyes., but I'm seeing something. My fingers look down, as I look up. They bury themselves in the cool dark soil.
8pm, my head is underground. With my back arched, my limbs are like the roots of an alien plant. Only my stomach remains above the earth. I feel it ripping open and suddenly I see the heavens.
Krallice reinventing their sound while still retaining their signature quirks.fantastic album, a wavering, beautiful mess that engulf the listener. Gata Vrangr