Overwhelmed, exaggerated and taxed by depravity, eyes with staring intentions broke their spiteful glance. Looking up, forward, jostling the minds perception of near proportions, sinews tore attention from what lay eager and willing below. Keys lay in wait, languish in longing, and groaning under the pressure of not being touched. Finally the tap-dance tiptoe of ill timed triggers fired off at close range after a long silent drought. Unlearned and shaken, slithering digits dialed deliberate delusions. Cynical and sorry, new blanketing emerged, whipped and frothy the sound of it bellowed. Dulling the senses, the eyes, the cloud-in-head laughs joyous like ignorant i-told-you-so innocence. Something was. Some weak dully conceived thing, like an oil-doily, gross and gorgeous, was. It came, flourished like flowers of gothic fancy spinning out of control within the smallest sphere, nigh nakedly detectable. But it was, is and diminishes, a thought, a simple spark of a wh- sounding notion. Period. Created.
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