my God, with a big G.

the barron.

the bleak pantocrator.

my paramount sentry.

please uncouple me from erratic motifs.

please teach me to clutch

hive-inclined penchants.

i fancy to thumb the unexpressed,

but i’m digging ditches in subsea rivers.
crossfading in and out of wooly murkiness, drowning out my blessed drums.

a downers drencher.

radically seeping wet-napped my gray matters, and dislodged my rancor.

the otherness of others.

thiamines peaced out.

it's totally apparent i'm blowing it.

what fresh hell?

seizing hurried face

buried in a bucket spewing.

a cumless piteous floor display.
i crown you parlormaid.

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i hereby grant thee this dogsbody,
splayed atop the oathing slab.

stowing head low.

enduring doldrummy ages of ages of ages.

holdfast now,

a robe of honor awaits?

he spoke, direct to my eyes.

 

“for thou that's resolved, tumble-dried and desicated souls. i will deem this fractured outfit apt”

i knelt:

 

“my waymaker.

my utmost serene mouthpiece.
is my grail plenty drab?”

he heartened again.

 

“cloistered blurb o' mine droves,

wade dauntlessly amidst that

which we ensue, united”

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