E x i s t e n s i o n of the Yellow Subterranean: A Pensive, of Sorts

Unearthing the Foundations:

The one truth to the rebellion is dissent; blind dissent which challenges the sight of the faction as a whole. What can I say but that I have been made guilty in the face of this travesty. The trajectory of truth no longer runs to the sun, but instead the patron is allured by the deceiving light from a rock which possesses no virtue of its own. This ‘Moon’ is inherently devoid of all truth, and the reflected beam is not the truth itself, rather a mere veil. The lie exists only as imitation of truth, and without it there is nothingness.


Verified Ultima
The only way to describe the terror of the utmost is to determine the order of the universe. If this is somehow inhibited, then to enthrall would be suicide.


Delegates Gone Amiss
The only way to the turmound (termite mound) is through the occiferous vein.

Conductive Evangelion
The morbid attire as associated with the underground phalanx was used in conjunction with the conventional corporates of the orthodox cortex.


(1) The Only constructive way to begin a sentence is by obstructive spontaneity. [(1) is false]


Tholkeed and the angels. to corruption. {More lies!} -chesset-


Horrendous Attribute
To take the way of the unborn and twist it into a conundrum of peevish thought would be considered all but disastrous to the Houyhnhnms’ cultural Selkies.


Verisimilitude
The first unknown is under the bucket: the second is the bucket.


Keyholed
Laugher in the light and the languidity of the lagoonic cesspool.


tangible variance of evidence
Hey there to the others of the men in the park. Away! And avast....


Candice and the Monkey Charms
The last thing to be afraid of is the unskinning of a horesen waterloo.
There is none to exhume in the plexor of contemplation. Outside it has become no different in the purple haze of a mixture in the overwhelmed centrifuge of art, handled with curious finger-tips the th the the the the the fallen piece of fruit with ; maybe it is not the only way to become left for dead. The ultimate escape, I dream to fall, to slip, to slough this off, and I want to sleep; to die; to run. Transcribed form underneath; I will repeat, again I say repeat.


A Tampered Ponning
It is quite corruptible that one would distinguish a pear from that chipped circus-red stand upon which it rests.


I hS RO-- I JUST HAD TO!


I like my heart on this medicine, for I had no heart before.


The Plaintiff's Golden Whimsicle
The bacterial sequence is indefinite and indiscriminate, constitution the larger percentage of unfamiliar heroin addicts. From the 1950s to the present, the guava gum-gum population has declines, reaching near heights of utter suicide. An inside perspective grants that no damage will ensue, and provides an alternate interpretation of the ambiguity-laden lexicon which is all the antiquated predecessors have become in this less-than-palpable stance on manuscript’s hermeneutic. The conspiracy, not being limited to the above concatenate arguments, can be seen to express itself even in the field of modern theatrics. The stage has been known to draw upon a number of talents, from visually artistic, to emotionally expressive, and even to musically psychotic, but it the degree to, and manner in which it would advantage the last is shocking and unpredicted. Congenital mutations, made evident in the West Harmer Hospital’s patients by successions of RAT scans in series of nine, have been experimentally proven to have an adverse correlation to endogenous disruptions of the endocrine system, resulting in the carcinogenic growth of hemoglobin templates and thereby transformation of gray matter into an instrumental morphology of the cerebral cortex, which some might consider as tragic.

this is not the only way to be alive
In the livelihood of the forth falling downcast whims in turgid negative instruction and the development of transcendental discovering coalesce in the delving of a new and adoptable day without the surface structure and the daunting of the gauntlet trial-runs through chalice grounds of chains and bones made red in glow and hued, imbued with tendril sweep in the silent swig of life.