The satyr notions me on

The satyr notions me on

The vision of lightning floats through a planetary mass, into which a random celebration starts. The credit of the lightning nerves is strung through a plasma of the stars, not yet as thought of. A veering passion sets out through the motions of pleasure, singing through the displeasure of your gravity. You are like water dripping as your energy builds, forming bodies of water to lubricate and disperse the actions at hand. Like a comet in orbit you sling your tail around forming the sloth to which we call indulgences! Reasons become bodily waste, as reality like a cloud, builds up with water, and showers form as heat and sleep. From terms this vision of lightning resides, as it is slowly forming a new art within the labyrinth. A satyr notions me on in this saturnalia forming new tendrils for celebrations.

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