volumetric analysis
the perfect pronunciation may seem unnatural in this ostensibly reprimanded formless morning cavalcade turning into a shapeless day of an awkward evening lost in a mute doorframe leading to a private cloud of a colorful sky full with goshawks calling each other pointing out the plummeting temperature in the surrounding cities where people live off the grid due to introvert blindsided authorities ostentatiously lurking around protected by their frozen shells without explicable reason that would make them taintless before the spirits and their invented gods with thin-lipped smiles
concave manhole
shriek as a nail pulled from dry wood is the sound of death’s hoofs covering a landscape measure to reach a wanna be constable he who is hamming behind a promisingly protective curtain of smoke like an aardvark in the mud we easily leave death alive to get rid of creatures unwished for name your weapons they cry and those who rebel will reach their demise the sound of dying reminds us of a place we have never wished to discover
how to get rid of evil
light dirtied his pedantically flinching face the frozen shell of rehearsed authority cannot grasp the significance of resistance despite our laid-out world in a stretcher his confidence is crumbling in the gestures of this particular centrality he is astonished in glancing at and discovering a two-way traffic in his unadorned brain that made him lose his equilibrium his benignity equals with fleecing one can carry it anywhere to conventional storefronts to inconvenient staircases to a convenient store upstairs and leave it there as a compensation of an incredulous notion of trap buttoned confidence
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