Massive energies of spectral woe and mirth have accumulated in the intangible pipes and thoroughfares of the now. Hearts are heavy with acid sludge that makes its way to the brain and causes purple and orange lightning storms behind our eyes. Soul pollution and residue has long been overdue for spring cleaning as summer rears its hideous sweaty neck. So if you've got some time and some inspiration, break out the shamwows and the windex. Rear up and scrape some of that soul sludge off your heart or dust the rotten glitter out of your brain-cleft, because it's all going to take the shape of something we all want to see.
It's prime time for a haunting.