The elocution of a cryptic smile that can never be erased is when the barking spiders from Venus enter the atmosphere of love through a corridor of space.
The sonic boom of entry emits shock waves of adrenaline which enters through keyholes and under doors of locked rooms where morbid secrets are kept.
Cracks may form where bats will fly and babies will cry where too much pepper was added to stories of misadventure and cryptic lies where down yonder the stoic looks of anger heats the burning rods of discontent in the streets of petty desires!
The cognitive autumn of fallen angels is fast approaching hence the barking spiders from Venus will exit via the stratosphere of doom!
From my “Cryptic chronicle of Misadventures”