Micolus the Colossus

Regardless of the chilly weather's contradictions, the fact remains that we've entered the holy lands of May. How is it that I can be so sure? It's not like I've had any access to a calendar or anything, and besides FUCK the calendar. Don't need it. Lady May always finds a way to sway her awe stricken audiences.

Brothers and sisters - no, I'm not GlobAl. - fellow mechanisms of medium divinity, is it not always obvious to you, when the angel of light is upon you? When summer enters the room and the dead dies away? How did she present herself to you, I wonder.

Sunday - I'm feeling dizzy