As a cargo extirpates.
A nullification of the senses,
approaches the truth.
Tons of pursuing.
Millions of power.
Product of the reality.
Regarding banality.
Fatality is the probability of encountering.
A soul.
A soul and just,
one soul.
Problematic disembowelling of the truth.
I come your stay.
I cannot leave.
Mystification with prune…
When I live I petrify!
What is it about petrifaction and disembowelling that is so mortifying?
To mortify.
Mortification.
To perplex.
To submerge.
As in wearing a complex support and in touching ta ta ta without summon.
Sort of knowledge.
Sort of pace.
A phase of the downtime.
Complex.
Complex.
Minimal Assay.
Toning the milk. Throwing the pace.
Putrid, gorgeous and pettish. Pure, pure, putrid case.
Again and never. You, me and myself.