Mondays lovely Mondays with the solid promise of nothings, of more voids to come and more vacuous thoughts of vacant bereftness.
The singular barren nature of this destitute emptiness and the seemingly luxuriant tinge of worthlessness it brings about to slowly moving time, one that crawls at snail's pace, writhing in salted agony, melting away into scant slime; leaving a trail of worthless sludge.
Rejoice in the drained out empty shell of translucent lifeless animation. A disembodied carapace unoccupied within, yet smouldering with a billion activities to its kin.
In this arid waste of skeletonic impotence tend to a sterile oasis of acrid livelihood.
The singular barren nature of this destitute emptiness and the seemingly luxuriant tinge of worthlessness it brings about to slowly moving time, one that crawls at snail's pace, writhing in salted agony, melting away into scant slime; leaving a trail of worthless sludge.
Rejoice in the drained out empty shell of translucent lifeless animation. A disembodied carapace unoccupied within, yet smouldering with a billion activities to its kin.
In this arid waste of skeletonic impotence tend to a sterile oasis of acrid livelihood.
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