The stabbing glint of metal, reflecting the hellish rays of the core of our universe. The incoherent sigh of flesh as it tears seamlessly, allowing the immediate bubbling of a life force to occur. The overpowering rusty iron smell associated with the painted crimson of humanity. The brisk grazes of combat against the skin, predatory rage seeping through into souls faster than it can be prevented. The imminent taste of adrenaline within subtly dry nervousness; rushing through veins and pounding in ears, heightening visions, creating senselessness among the senses.
It was poetic chaos.
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Random Reflections
AcakOdd little assortment of writings that aren't coherent enough to be featured in my other works. Nonetheless, they are attempts at thoughtful analysis of the artistic variety. A stockpile that will continue to grow. Each chapter is unrelated to each...
