{making molassess molten}

enter the ether creeping through piles of shame left over commissions and crimson roses being crimson bothered by their essence and petrified by the sight of each other peering into the mirror and absorbing the light until the only glow remaining reduced to senility and sterilized the glass so that the dew could condense in the heat or its absence retaining its original purpose reported by its original owner and returned to reason with reckless reckoning recalling reality and filing it under fruitless futility with a purpose portrayed by poison and desired by recession as the cavernous cavern caved upwards surrounding the air with rock and raping the stone with flesh until the passage inflated with insipid inspiration bubbling upward through the dirt and popping into the realm of life sweltering in the sun squeezed by the atmosphere drawn by gravity back to the core under pretense of preminition racing in circles around the circle crating barrels in crates dusting racks with dust rusting hearts with lust burned blood red and painted onto the incision to heal the scar and scald the sensitivity such that the surrounding meat would not spoil or rationalize to the pointed tip of an idea spearheaded through a tongue and launched by the lungs with no intended destination but destructive consequences upon impact regardless of the hint towards compassion aggressively betrayed while plastered around paris and sitting on a button vibrating with vice decompressing until the silence could no longer ring in the air and escaped the prison of thought fluttered through the vaccum and landed daintily upon a bed of noise.

SEVEN AUGUST TWO-THOUSAND-TEN