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Jan 11, 2014 16:10

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The double-jaw and multi-tongue, the weathered heart of the vermilion run. Cascading aortas twine calcified, all manner of organic postulations bear witness, perched from carbonate castles, photo-reactive tissues make guesses at the Horned One's descent. A planned planetary devouring in the order deus archean hovers for the infinite instant, languishing in the momentary enlightenment of grandeur and despair. Shimmering chromatic aberrations play and dance in atmospheric halls, their whine altogether happy and awful. The spirits have come to cant the dirge planetary. Sages empty the contents of their wisdom and glut on forbidden substrate life. Their eyes grow huge and wild as they drip molecule by molecule through aether and nether into kaleidoscopic worlds where they compete with geometric gnomes for psychic substances, bartering with a language of solid words that crackle madly through the air. Sensationalists, abhorrent and free, gleefully pile in a desperate orgy, emanating waves of pleasure and resignation to batter at the monster in the sky. Their conglomeration, in a temporally vacillating experience, climaxes, achieves awareness, and falls asleep. The mountain of bodies depress and the outcry of a moan is heard, blissful and mournful, hissing through vents constructed of limb and mucus. Their god is flawed by design, momentary and forever stillborn. The perfect maw of the Horned One turns, churns, and burns like clockwork blazing. Rivers of saliva rush aground from on high, thick torrents, freezing and boiling all at once, the whole of the crust grinds, shudders and cracks. Great scars erupt, the world bleeds profusely. Reality eaters file into husks and brave the great big empty, hoping to continue a hunt for meaningful data, whispering secret and unrealized dreams of godhood. They find no truth nor salvation, merely themselves and are left disappointed as instinct drives them to replicate cruelties and ever larger scales. A race to the top of the staircase to nowhere.

Feeling pretty good.
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