Written by Emily Harstone | March 7, 2017
I found your earring Mrs. Godzilla.
The ceiling was gone. We danced.
Pretty, glass ball? Destruction is inevitable.
Optimus aged but still had moves.
“That goin’ on your tree, Clark?”
There is a time to dance …
To kill everyone in Phoenix, Arizona…
Giant slain by precision ball removal.
A silver ball mirrored the world.
A new source of energy rediscovered.
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I found your earring Mrs. Godzilla.
The ceiling was gone. We danced.
Pretty, glass ball? Destruction is inevitable.
Optimus aged but still had moves.
“That goin’ on your tree, Clark?”
There is a time to dance …
To kill everyone in Phoenix, Arizona…
Giant slain by precision ball removal.
A silver ball mirrored the world.
A new source of energy rediscovered.