wanton rancidity!

so we have to do it, soon. otherwise we won't do it. and I don't know if I have faith in the 'we' yet, or even. it's going to be great. is it? we have a thing to do and we're going to do it. we get a building, we open it up, and then we make stuff happy..I mean happen. and happy. and that means building an ethos, a shared spirit and system of ideals that mean mutual

god boring. where is the humour? thank god. god?
desperate drives IT. frantic despair thinly veiled in a cloack...cloak...cloaca of hope. the cloaca of hope, gaping miserably, excreting all the things at once, or not, one at a time in fact. one bit and then another. hilarious depravity. rank, seeping doom. justified abjection. wanton rancidity.

exclaimed earnestness. frankly horrific dungeons. mires of sewage and waste. engorged intestines outside of the bellies, pulsating with shit. sacks seeping shit. vomit on a towel. a kitchen towel.

your towel. my vomit.