"Come wither inside my arms. This is but joy that brings smiles. Stitched lips sealing pretty glasgows. Look in my eyes and recite the vows. Six feet under, to die in style. Above the chair you dragged for mile. Before you leave just give me one kiss. Sunken petty, just do not miss. Or else you'll fail to grasp this bliss. If you don't close your eyes, you'll die."
- M's Plot
This is a collection of words conveyed by a chaotic state of mind producing a visceral horroresque vistas of reality.
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