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another ole betsy excerpt
Jet black slithering rows of vertebrae writhe smoothly, lending a sick grace to the serpent frenzy, rows of scales randomly intertwining with other exacting like-rows of slithering perfection, alien entities, yet kin of nature-beast, curling about in a sky of blood, winding beautiful ever changing knots, these riddles of movement choreographed by the lust of the wind of fire that gust in kept-signals, puzzle turns, the language of graceful motion whirls. Limbs crawl over the yellowy orbs, while the thrum of flow dictates smoothly across the gyrating map lines of a greater machine path affixed in the plans of man. Fingers creep into the glare, circling like halos 'round the ghostly heads of ether-kings. Ruddy rivers gush, the purling motion of greedy benevolence, the sanguinary flow of deeper meaning, deeper needing, the lapping tongues of desire whetting strokes on the maw of gluttony, decadent feasting, feeding the pine of hate that drives love, much like any want bleeding the wound, such riparian vermin kissing the lush whispers that call upon the purity of lust for satiation, for finality of breath, for the clearing of the clouds, for the tight sky to let forth incendiary light to burn heightened vision into the blind, to cull the raw thoughts of the moot into finely finished words, and, as closure would have it, to gno! To flow into... grow... Fauna loves it's prey. When creature and creatrix are too much alike, a permanent bond manifests; through the pours floods a emotive viscousness, a poetic tie of natural and unnatural, a cauldron of roiling chemistry, the mystic serpents of impulse constrict those of intellect—within every feud comes the spoils of victory, and the loss of defeat. Every bite is a war. Every strike is the kiss of mortal cessation to earth and earthliness. Peace is the antidote, but the blitheness of such serenity brings weakness--total envenomation. Cancer is the cure to cancer. Raise your glass not to good health, but to the travails of the ill who shall walk beyond the shadowy vale, and into all-consuming inferno; lux ulter !!
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