the next step down

Incriminated reduction lends fallacy a dignified abstruseness. First after five then nine then an entire disovulated gyratiamatrical cyanisticate revel, slavishly impels piously stained defenestral sermons to rally profligately behind visceral arthropods… And she’s left to swim just to absorb what we devour through stimulated viri virii virusiaii… I vin and I vid and I vic solemn with flagella-propelled commensal declensions in a protistic tongue levelled through shoals of fleshy minasticated ice and primordial flourish (= we are pre-ovulate though famished with our own satiety and hurled to rot in history’s lavish eukaryotic bosom) You said an unwelcome guest eats Cavendish laminate within its host’s skull, but you know faces smudge black and white with revisible smoke like magpie liver rammed to sift through abominate Dionysian hawkers that dig ashes in your face like a punching fist with teeth and a straw and an entire juicy tapeworm in your buzzing mitochondrial palm. Clench proscribed, but not before... Seminal knowledge is lost on you, y = seminary wisdom crows off your crest and rakes your arrogant heart like flattened claws ripped from a bipedal goat’s parasitic stare. Fucking paraplegisite. If only you knew how much these mites have borne and these fibers have soaked and these walls have heard — their songs of corporal philosophy would cover your face with clever sobs, despite my stupid loss of you.