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Ashyndeton — Melted Sculpt
Published: 2010-05-04 05:42:18 +0000 UTC; Views: 150; Favourites: 0; Downloads: 5
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Description Burn up the laze. Burn up the sun. Fulminate within its fiery forewarnen of festivity. Pick up yourself, higher and higher, breathe in the ashen oxidization, higher and higher, insufflate the analgesic acridity, higher and higher. Tinder conflagrant, florid ardency, nix perfidies, exalted fillip, soporific spasm; you are everything.

Tawdry fulfillment of intrinsic bullshit. Tromping and stomping on the tinct of iris, stamping and trampling on the extending arms of succor. Fucking the kindling aglow with charred embers of dismembered extremities. Nocturnally helpless, pumping fist in hand, using the smoldering coals as an acrylic guidelight coating the rising breeze, like a taut canvas that languidly spun unto annular lineation. Exposing the rimlight frown of the billowing fall of the frore despodance; you are nothing.

The sun sets and our eyes stay dehiscent, and our ears do they listen; and, do our ears ever listen as the sun goes off to glisten.
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