-- Muridoa, Murideia, Rodentia, does it bear any substance? Rattus --
...a lugubrious silence baptizes with its thousand of mouths in absinthe-lit-and-absolute confessions transitions
--why do they run, so amiss and amok? Little, little raaaat... Chaos, chaos, chaos, bleed --
And silence has thousands of small little hands, rat hands, clean hands,
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