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An Image of the Netherworld Envisioned By a Misanthrope
An image of the netherworld envisioned by a misanthrope Mein kampf fraught re: emotionally/psychologically challenged impossible mission to cope compared to classmates, I felt like a dope and entertained escapist fantasies, whereby Miss Rainbow (sixth grade student teacher), though robbing the cat's cradle, she would abscond with me, a shy skinny little boy and we would elope to a make believe edenic world of blessedness, harmony, peacefulness... yanking me out from self made subterranean hermetically sealed vault analogous to being locked into Plato's allegory of the caves, this ascetic at shadows didst grope subsequently...lifelessly dangling at the end of his figurative rope. Deep within the bowels of the Earth immensely distant from the sheltering sky amidst a thick fog enveloped landscape with here and there a projected craggy, derelict chasm precipitously crooked rocky claws pointing toward an infinitely wide yawning abyss dwelt kindred spirits comprising a Soul Asylum, where The Grateful Dead (albeit marked via weathered tombstones) hermetically sealed once vibrant corporeal mortals betook their eternal slumber. One among their number included a swiftly styled harried recluse, who sported long straggly hair bushy eyebrows shielding cold eyes of steel scraggly bearded clammy chin in tandem with a hairy body, which when alive (long time ago) upheld upon unshod feet a severely hunchbacked cretin within dense pitch-black terrain (Mother Nature enlisting a menagerie of life forms accustomed to hellish environment) awash with unrecognizable alien sights and sounds mollycoddling bewitching warlocks, mailer daemons, trolling trojan horses imps of the pervert The Chieftains, fiery long and fostered Golems, who called underworld their private demesne also alluded to Marcy's playground holding hostage Alice in Chains Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, The Beastie Boys, The Human League, and Village People a Crowded House emitting wisps of ethereal matter appearing like a small medium at large chatbot twittering, snapping, flickering indeed joyus minions exalting piety good and plenti. Prone ounce sing proud purgatory promoting protean phantasmagoria hideous hulu hoop dancing holograms highly distorted grotesque silent screaming sinister banshees slithering across escarpment. Echoing from one end of the universe to the other putting to shame the initial big bang ranking as a mere whimper that original primordial blast which cosmological exploits generated heavenly sphere instantaneously comparison viz Krakatoa times Googleplex essentially reduced to insignificance albeit on the analogous tinker toy premised conjectures of brilliant minds that could only gander feeble educated guesses asper extraordinary natural phenomena mortal mankind could never approximate as belligerent threats punctuated via nuclear warfare merely rates as a flickr amidst uber kindle jump/kick starting, pinteresting snap chatting tinder blinks, extinguishes, snuffs out one lowly Beatle browed bipedal simian.
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