Shelters and lost pieces of regret. They are never coming back.Sisely springs and maulden stones, they are drowning in chores of haphazard misery and flower dunes and cataract moons. They are all vanishing under the ether of the earth slowly with whom? No one in particular you see. The bow-ties and red shoes they have a smear of age on them clinging and sticking like the Limanchi army. Leave it be, such eloquent notions of hard-boiled suicide.Where is it leading you haan? Nowhere is just beyond the pass. Turn left and straight towards the dead end and bang your head on the shiny wall thing. Such tsk tsk. Such plainness in your body and mind! Some people have everything and I'm so desolate. There you go again ranting in self pity and misery and hiding those dark thoughts of yours. Where are you hiding them eh? Come out come out wherever you are, you stupid Narscul. Hunted down since years of abject debauchery. Is it yet? No no. Shutupwhatcrapdimsums and fish intestines are lovely. You don't know the blithe of delicacies. Such warm dredge down the throat of wisdom and scientific nuisance. Such bull shittery. No no, distillery is a different thing. With wings and such of cockatoos. And fire and red and gray of the Pegasus horse painted with your grandmother's hair.She looked like vitriol poured down a transparent jar of honey bees. Yes she is a dancer of leopard jowls. She is.
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