Superfluous shades of stygian sex
(flagrant, flaunted, foolish and furious)
describe dementia decanted and dosed.
Giggling gurus guide with guile
(juggling jugs with jellies and jests)
avid attendant auxiliary angsts.
Looseness leads listlessly leeward
(Kids! Kiss and kink, KK?);
here's hoping healing helps howling homeward.
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"We are howling out of the cages
In the arms of eternity, my soul it rages
My heart is crying
My spirit is on fire
I've unleashed my demons and armed my desire"
- -Casey Neill
Jove frowned in heaven: the conscious Parcae threw Upon those roseate lips a Stygian hue.
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