Border Guards And French No Man’s Land

Is it me or is it too easy to cross the
border into the realms of Europe here? Perhaps being stuck in the evil
snake pit for so long has gotten my ghostly bones used to the harsh
stares of the border guards.
Questions have been few, but would you really want to tell the
disciples of the pit to go to hell? Maybe not…
The Vomitus demo is changing and morphing into an orchestral android,
let’s hope it works…
The malevolent power of the Ghost now shines out like a beacon across
the sea, guiding the other half of me to safety.
The Ghost Walks with her always and especially now….Don’t give up.