When I was walking by the lake tonight, I felt a strange sensation so I looked up and noticed a sharp burst of light radiating from a heavy ball floating in the ink stained sky. Dragging my attention down was the sturdy, yet deteriorating, grey structure of the decrepit plant. A full moon is special enough on it’s own, but being drawn to such a devious site at the same time was such utter pleasure. I have wanted to venture into that now dormant industrial cement palace ever since I laid my eyes on it. I have walked around its heavily gated outskirts several times, but never had the urge, or guts, to scale them… they are kind of high. One indivdual has penetrated it and has a site that tells all about his experience. http://www.infiltration.org/malt.htm
