Monday, April 13, 2009

there is no class involved in trashy mores and dolled up debauchery. the resin seeps with a peculiar hue of deception. black and white, juxtapose on a charred canvas, ashen and torn--the subject of a disregard for reason. depose the hierarchy. impose hypocrisy. marry the two ends. flicker, conflagration, a holocaust of sensibility. the midnight raven carries an olive twig to the new world. despondently responded lips curled and bitter compressing and stretching sound, a sussurrus of sallow words, sink below. nothing means everything to this.

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