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From the Mouth of a Waterbody to Your Ears
|Chagrin Upon the Hamlet
03/28/12 at 02:33 PM
|In the grandest of ballrooms on the most lavish of dance floors, our nerve endings have arrived and are slated to perform a series of steps so sensual it inspires souls to soar. But not before- but not before... Against the back wall stand the women, while the men stand near the door. From across the room glances of adoration and rapport and lust and everything between exchange forevermore. But not before- but not before... Between their larynges and lungs there outbreaks a war, as for each other they will sing e'en if their somas sore. They will not stop 'til every single note's accounted for. But not before- but not before... 'midst the surrounding splendour, damsels be the damnedest decor. Through spurring other senses, the men wish to further distort their realities, and explore those peaks and valleys furthermore. But not before- but not before...|
You see, I am not intact, and my insides do consort with all manner of termites and other parasitic forms. The men have been weeded out, and leave me something to be abhorred. For long before, for long before...
The intervention of a madman. He moves across the floor, makes his way to the bar, reaches inside a drawer, and pulls out something sharp, perhaps as a last resort, just to ensure... just to ensure a mark on the face of Mother Nature, but not the faces of her whores; the eradication of an openness to eagerly escort a no-one down your hallway as a culmination of your courts - lest you be fed, not to each other, but instead to a swarm. And so over the madman's hands there spills something warm and crimson red: the blood of the men whose skin he had just torn. Now any welcome once imparted will soon be outworn, and any attempt at simulating life will be essentially stillborn.
I'm sure she'd sooner dance with herself rather than a corpse. We understand completely. Simply say so and need not say more. I hope perhaps we can protect our progeny henceforth. But we cannot save ourselves. Not anymore. Not anymore.
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