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Gathered as a swarm of bees, He stands poised with swollen knees, Squinting forcefully towards fleeting Dreams, beyond the dreadful, scum sucking Incumbants, bathing in their own excrement. Eyes opaque like a hard boiled egg; Squishy, bleeding yoke chased By morbid impulses and frenzied statements. He was then approached by a herd of hallowed Holograms, draped with voided encodements borrowed From sagacious salamanders, and the like. It's priced Similarly to what can never be bought. Open wounds salved with the next bloody Thought, entangled incessantly with petty Constructs protruding simultaneously, with Belligerance graced by drunken discourse. Fingers dance to the beat of the force Ash pummels perverted protagonists perched Precociously, pompously, perpetually a passage Penetrates related, inflated, deflated Ids and egos. Happenstance leaks out in porous rivulets linked Like DNA strands sullied, salty, sacreligious Particles, still he permeates into tinctures Possesing glorious stimulations with sphincters.