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OF VALOUR'S TRUTHS

OF VALOUR'S TRUTHS

OF VALOUR'S TRUTHS:

Cajoling inconstant nutriment, distal smokescreen quantometric selenium thorium uranium platonium, residium, qualificus e pluribus unam.

Churning cosmonaught orbit jam. Refringe fractal magnet, emmiting tangerine tinged kaleidoscopic catacombs,

venters into the spectral ontography of our grafting similitude

with a combination of posted self distilled epiphanies and turnstyle wordplay.

I fell somewhere near the humblest star. Flickering in the neon void...where dreams subsume the cosmic.

In the metric of untimely dissociation, ferreting consequence from the suspicion of sanguine surreptition serving the recursive.

In the harnessing of power built from the analog, auspicious intelligibility regulated from harbouring the atomization of shock in shogun gun shows and people who escalate in the name the underworld cthonic.

Ambient noose of the orbiting tree, mendacity driven by the narcissist whose fangs dig deep in the flesh and deeper in the mind.

The victims of victimhood,

vociferously voicing Valhallahian dreams

In the decoupage of oblivion.

evvery history surviving the summary,

of valours truths.

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