Creation

Say it. Stitches in pig leather. Say it. Seams knit to weave parts of ideas now new abominations. Flesh Golem, Totem Pole of Meat, Pain and Sex fetish original authors. Fathoms. Say it. The ideas of the unspoken, how clever you are but naught, what do you not know? What is it you do not know? Killed the cat. Say it. Look for it in the later hours of night. Questions you are not asking; How stupid are you? You are trying to find out, racing in your mind. The one always one step of the other for both steps are none.

CuldeSac

What are words without understanding and what is understanding without sense?

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