Dissect me, oh universe, with all of the improbabilities and spectrographs that look like artist's worst delusions, lay my quiddities upon the spineshank spindle-torque of the thing and look to me licorice scent and Reese's aftertaste as nothing more than a continuing delusion, and the intermixed strangling dreams of the populace are not much more than something carried on the wind, spores and empty plastic bags, nothing much more, and the mule-sh*tted highway to the future, but a bit of candle-smell, something between brimstone and outraged wax, something in the furrow in between, kind of pulling at once at the flesh, even a sharp edge, pulling at the touch, and making wrinkles and dimples in the unknown ass-flesh of the monolithic monotheistic totem titular Godhead, shining hindparts and all.
Conjugates of the Infinite. The Film Flam Man. behold we now through a "Mirror Glass Darkly"(formerly of the "the Abyss Gazes Also", nee Futnuckery with Abaddon1215). Christogenesis. Clyde Devlin. Memphis Cawdor. Consider it all joy when [you] fall into divers tribulations.
a simple prayer to the universe.
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