(Inspired by Meshuggah, a crazy death metal band)
Round the edges of the razor, prepare for the ride. Adrenaline consuming the whole of infinity, frantically glancing between the self and the sublime, only to find the mind of eternal nothing.
Destabilized cranial activity emulsifies in the mind. Bubbles of oil and slippery soap coalesce and eradicate crunching iron. Metallic distortion splatters wavelengths of emotional mastery, commemorating the suffocation of blood. Split the distance and sever this spine. Clenching fury of rabid monoliths destroying the organized chaos of this earth. Flaming fire of filth encircles and implodes in a supernovae of blazing shrapnel. Violent bursts of energy ripple through the thought waves, incinerating the notion of self. Gargle, gurgle, scream, and die.
Blistering heat swelters in towering mountains of monstrous rage. Creating a haze of distrust and loneliness that enraptures the tortured immortal soul, clawing at the gates. Ripping through space and time, tearing the fabric of consciousness, slaves in chains of the black void. Don't fear the sphere, bludgeoning force that fills the empty spaces in the eyes of the blind. Engrossed, fixed upon a single pillar of filth. Rotting anger of flaccid flies severs the truth, murdering and disappearing into the clouds for a reprise.
2 comments:
I'll anger your flaccid flies!
don't fear the sphere... that sounds good out loud. and brings to mind that crichton book
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