Alternate-universe-topology cerita

Once lived a couple of fair maidens whose vices were living a couple miles an hour and having an affair with the modern arts, severed-head style in a grotesque display of love for the soul poetry that is this common gem of a storywise display piece. Note along that the common dialogue is not for the common man, and reader discretion may be advised; this work can and will attempt to subsume your soul and make mincemeat of your body parts for a fine art display in the gallery of living history. You are about to be subjected to a work of metaphor in the English language none but Mr. Wikipedia himself can claim to understand, and I say that as a gangster speaking from the common ground of mine own line art fellows whom I broke contact with several yesteryears ago. But I digress. Here is a modern work of art which will possess your soul like poetry in motion and turn it into a fine song to enjoy and read all about at home in the modern age of warfare and strife that we have all but come to enjoy. Or as an anomaly of the modern age; enjoy, but be afraid that it may be gone from the common internet at home alone soon. Do not be afraid to gaze upon mine work because of its infohazardous nature as contained within. Some dark wizardry mine keen eyes haft dispersed upon-some. Goodbye ye godly steam-punk and enjoy the kick up the left ham nostril-side of mine own soul-poetry in motion. On Goodreads, too; read all about it. Home is an upward-parry motion to enjoy.