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send me a “☁” and i will put my itunes on shuffle, pick my favorite line from the first song that comes up and use it for a starter.   PATIENCE - TAKE THAT

                  ❛ ANY MINUTE ALL the pain will stop.  ❜

           IT APPEARED AS IF mind shadow had swept through
            the crimson diamonds glistening on the F E L I N E ‘ S forehead.
            yet, pacific eyes engulfed his immersion ; as a  C R E V A C E
            on unbroken floor. when the K I N G of delirium trapped in ivory
            was in danger, what relevance did FLESH && BONE maintain??
            an exiled K N I G H T in his corroded armour allowed the realm
            to fall; the citizens to withstand the SLASH && CRACKS of
            piercing horsewhips      they desisted on the DOGMA of freedom
            as well as the vivacity of LIFE. disregarding it all, holmes held his
            fellow. it was then, when he had settled the silk handkerchief upon
            the wound, that he had become cognizant of a whisper long forgotten
            in the D U S T of memory. the vilest existence before falling into an
            abysmal rest was contemplating the potential demise of a FRIEND when
            HE was the culprit. the culprit of diverting the moribund.

       CLARET RESIDUUM PRECIPITATES CROSS gashed brawn & with ossein
        perforated by all means the man, ORCHESTRATED of feline melodies & heinous
        choruses, should be grimacing in torment just as undulations of anguish ripple from
        CROWN to core of his soles. Countenance of the COMMONPLACE individual ( in
        contempt of resilience to alleged conventions of PAIN persisted through society )
        would typically be contorting, withering from creased pleats to crinkled bridge of his
        snout & yet - he is stagnant. Filmy saturation & hues of figurines oscillate
        before immotile gaze in besmeared treads ; mimicking progressions recorded on
        venerable dailies. Lapsed time ( albiet hardly even SECONDS appears to wage on
        invariably ) ushers in discernment for not only that of UNDERTONES but again to
        SCORE. Utterances play, pause, rewind, to ECHO as incessant, numb buzzing til
        then rhetorical ENUNCIATION is recorded in sync to field of vision. 

                                                                     “I don’t feel ANYTHING. Rien.”

               Chassis consigned to limp in OBLIVION, spurned of motility for the
               time being ( or so he hopes ), fastened to remain in it’s own citadel
               for as long as susceptivity be CONSERVED then may not he holler
               & yelp of a soreness so antagonizing to the senses.