Phallucination from Phallosophy by Atramentum

Ignite the fireball, have a blaze with Satan, as the bud calls thy name. All the days flew in bewilderment, at a pirouette vacuum, transcend the fucking mundane, skipping half pace, opiate enslaved, sprawling steadfast on ashen dirt mired. The petrichor pipe began to rust, racing with nebular mists, meander ad infinitum, towards a oneiric fugacious monachopsis. Hung in a cerulean mirage, girded behind a mask of high, with the fragrance as of a fresh jasmine and the ravenous curse for virgin epidermis. Along thoroughfares of broad cavity. I plummet, hitting rock bottom, against billowy storms, to far-flung nether realms, the unfathomable shades, on seas so serene.

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