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in your game, i beat you!

and unto thy receptors comes the crash and crackles of thunderous outbursts. your eyes stormed into razed red feelers under the guise of power, vehemence splayed like pyrotechnic finger scorching canvas blue air sky, like crowns sprinkling diadems into the masses of rabble, spasmodic, rabid, offering the still beating heart they excised from your valentine paper mache machete, erect, entrails flailing, everything you've heard, all witnessed, reported, recorded, blister-map scars, fables under the table, crumbs and dust particles negotiate for fathoms of ice con, matter, sentience, the wan tide hides specific in tremors of machination dreams, sulfate, carbon dioxide, foaming petrol mountains burst at your mouths, greedy mouths, hardened ant hills of savage ants, diversified eusocial attendants to daily yeast risen in the offering plates of blithe mind mush, gurgling intestines, infested with terms endeared in the sumptuous lips of quiver. i haven't staged the calling of ~higher~ like a sage falling, worn wurms, biomass burned, the last exhaust darkening the mind, the rime, frost, dearly bereaved murdering their loss, beholding the shadow of a monumental cross in the irony of verdant grass, fervent lass: i meet you...      
Written by Conley (Delling)
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