An excerpt from Floccinaucinihilipilification:
I am the e-pit-ome of pitiful piety.
Phantom lips spin and spin.
Kiss. Begin. Stop. Begin again.
Wryly imploring you a glorious destruction; my beautiful death.
Haha.
Haha.
Haha!
Haha.
Is my shame stripped yet?
Stained glass dancing over dead water light has forsaken.
Skin tinted solemn azure.
Synthetic, torrid ersatz littered through endless, fragile, obsidian eves.
Forceful fallen cities falsities scaaaaaaaaaarcely caged in argent.
Tantalizing lie$ $cant define.
Synchronizing pulses Dv8ing.
Caged in REM; one morbidly volatile diversion.
Lips striving for affirmation as lungs for air,
as s for blood; not habitual lo.v.e.
Ssssshhh.
Keep sweetly dreaming.
Im slavishly grateful for the clarification.
Friends tend to keep i(i<o?)n touch(ing?>
.
Will you prick me with your (euphemism)?
Your vitality is fossilized in cracked khaki vinyl.
I, too, should be bleeding, but alas, Im bone dry.
I grasp this corners familiar walls.
Yet I couldnt tell you how I arrived.
I recall who I am.
I am a sapphire lamb.
Milling amidst infinite ever-so-ebon.
Witness to a masked victim.
She should be ashamed for living.
Imagine one so silently letting tips graze her craterous wounds.
Its enough to make one choke on ones own visage.
Each beginning of each moment is one closer to each end.
The answer must be in the attempt.
Perceptions the foe.
As is so often the desolc case.
As a plague causing vastly intricate subconscious inertia.
How are we to when isolation feels so safe?
How are we to connect when disconnection feels so natural?
So typical?
How must we speak, how must we trust, when every word could be yet another lie?
Are we confusing want and need again?
Sounds good, right?
Living beyond ones lease?
Transcending dissonant liminality.
Space and time expunged.
Savagely rape the savage rapists.
Questing for immor()ality.
O, the folly of possibility.
Of permanence.
Smile that sardonic smile.
I am the e-pit-ome of pitiful piety.
Phantom lips spin and spin.
Kiss. Begin. Stop. Begin again.
Wryly imploring you a glorious destruction; my beautiful death.
Haha.
Haha.
Haha!
Haha.
Is my shame stripped yet?
Stained glass dancing over dead water light has forsaken.
Skin tinted solemn azure.
Synthetic, torrid ersatz littered through endless, fragile, obsidian eves.
Forceful fallen cities falsities scaaaaaaaaaarcely caged in argent.
Tantalizing lie$ $cant define.
Synchronizing pulses Dv8ing.
Caged in REM; one morbidly volatile diversion.
Lips striving for affirmation as lungs for air,
as s for blood; not habitual lo.v.e.
Ssssshhh.
Keep sweetly dreaming.
Im slavishly grateful for the clarification.
Friends tend to keep i(i<o?)n touch(ing?>
.
Will you prick me with your (euphemism)?
Your vitality is fossilized in cracked khaki vinyl.
I, too, should be bleeding, but alas, Im bone dry.
I grasp this corners familiar walls.
Yet I couldnt tell you how I arrived.
I recall who I am.
I am a sapphire lamb.
Milling amidst infinite ever-so-ebon.
Witness to a masked victim.
She should be ashamed for living.
Imagine one so silently letting tips graze her craterous wounds.
Its enough to make one choke on ones own visage.
Each beginning of each moment is one closer to each end.
The answer must be in the attempt.
Perceptions the foe.
As is so often the desolc case.
As a plague causing vastly intricate subconscious inertia.
How are we to when isolation feels so safe?
How are we to connect when disconnection feels so natural?
So typical?
How must we speak, how must we trust, when every word could be yet another lie?
Are we confusing want and need again?
Sounds good, right?
Living beyond ones lease?
Transcending dissonant liminality.
Space and time expunged.
Savagely rape the savage rapists.
Questing for immor()ality.
O, the folly of possibility.
Of permanence.
Smile that sardonic smile.
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