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What started out as a hum became a boom of unmanaged thought.

Staccato beats biting in the measure of grit, clamped against his cage.

Provoked into becoming, he did not look before he leaped.

And what was once dull, complacent, flowing water trickling down a lane of satisfied tissue,

Became jagged hunger aimed at swallowing everything whole.

Thickened desires shackling the senses and sharpening impulses,

Gave way to choking the vices of a freshly lit butt stacked in-between the violence of his teeth.

Clench fisted and with trembled brow, a plot of smoke slithered in-between the fractures of his mind,

While dank internal narratives bled from his axis.

And behind his eyes was the freezing heat of brazenness, freed from constraint.

A beast billowing from behind his flexed peeled skin

Ripped through the carnage  of his cerebellum,

Whilst zoetic engravings oozed from his lucidity.

And palm to ground, with flexure vision interlaced in roaring grandiloquence, he sired the earth.

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