Whittledman
churned up the valleys of frozen corpses, pitchforks skewed harshly
into spines, reburied and once freed, forgotten civil warrants of the
matter sworn. For never ago, the born stand up, sleep in the air,
breathing and beating wings, a flutter instance, captive, shattered.
Evolved on pollutant crisps, snorting the essence of a patched saint
lust, crushed crusties panting progressive passion parades, form mounts,
painless dissolved, a kindred swooning.
One
thousand bricked captives hover ethereal, tourniquet etiquette, pedals
of the reaping harmonic: wrath of the warrior's charter, clingy ships
sailing over timeless envelope habitat. Frequency chamber chattering on
and on in patterns, ever so compulsorily. Pulses happen and pauses cause
the love of loss that oft doth trout doubt, grief, river, sleep,
traffic.
Common clause
causality conquers casual waif station placation, hump swamping to
trudge lumpy grout fixation: fountains of gore tridents spout steak
speakers, loud pride violence filaments bubble a pickled kind of
kindness.
Whittledman climbs
the craft, warbles some immutable peach compassion, blinds the death
gambler, finds bones in the trite and fumbled batch router. The time
crimes go all eschew, sidelined by the power class, crass and disturbed,
ever after laughter, emotive stutter clutter, a status gone adrift, he
spoons the earthbound battleship sanctions.
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